Rain falls silently onto my cheeks,
As it washes away the pain.
Diamonds caught in my eyelashes
Remind me only brighter days remain.

Why can't I just be pretty?
I just want to turn heads.
I want to feel beautiful,
but I'm hanging on by threads.

I want people to look and think
"I've never seen one like that".
I just want to feel secure,
but that's falling flat.

Denial.
I don't have a problem.
Of course I eat every day.

Refusal.
I don't need your help.
I eat enough to get by.

Ignorance.
This isn't a real disorder.
I can't bring myself to eat.

Pain.
I do need your help.
I haven't eaten a thing in weeks.

Ignored.
Please help me.
I think I'm dying.

Starved.
I asked for your help,
but it's too late now.

I'd give up my left arm to always be right beside her. My right arm for her to know she's what I have left and both arms to be able to hug her when's she away. I just don't think I have enough to give to get the courage to tell her when she's here.