Thin, gaunt and brittle,
eyes blue, blood begins to trickle.
Fingers stained by cigarettes and dirt,
Self inflicted malnourishment,
your body hurts.
Mind like a spiderweb,
you're trapped inside,
destined to die there,
until the end of time.
a delight to the eyes.
However, it's miss leading.
i saw you on the pavement bleeding,
sickened by the thought of eating.
Starve again, day by day,
until any weight fades away.
Using drugs as a way to lose weight,
as well as using them to keep your mind straight,
there's nothing left of you,
the pain has become you,
you'll die in this state,
*it will be your fate.
this poem is written about myself,
and the struggles that I've one through, and am still undergoing.