She was like an animal
Acting only on what she was made to do
Never experiencing any change in tunes
Her mind free
But her thoughts unheard
She is strangled by the fear of letting go

831 miles to get back home
Just remember her

Over 2000 dollars for the music festivals
Just look for her

A red micro-bus
She'll come visit

No college plans
She'll still be successful

17 Promises to be safe
My baby girl is going to be fine

Going to be happy
It's just a phase

Peace, Love, Harmony, at last.
*Follow the girl in the blue bandanna

Anorexia is not collar bones.
It is the smell rotting of flesh as you dismantle your body bit by bit.
Anorexia is not a thigh gap, it is your knees so weak they shake as you fall to the ground.

Anorexia is not self control. It is the feeling of utter hopelessness as your life tornados into a blizzard of nothingness.

Anorexia is not fashionable. It is your mother’s sobbing eyes as she sees her child dying
Anorexia is not 80 pounds. It is the weight of a thousand pulsing suns on your shoulders.
A thick black cloud in your mind, and rules spelled out like chains pulling you towards the ground.
No matter what measure of gravity that you have in this earth, it still hurts, it’s still real.
So to you 'pro anas' who so blindly say 'hunger hurts, but starving works' think before you act.
Suffering is an addiction, please do not harm yourself with this affliction.
- *Emily Ward

All my dreams crushed by you.

She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.

I don't sleep unless I'm beside you
I forget to eat unless you're eating too
I get shaky and nervous and empty and sad
And I don't like how I look when you're not looking at me.

She needs someone

Not words to ponder
Not ears to listen

But a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on.