it's 2 in the afternoon,
and she doesn't hear the voices.
she feels stronger today.

it's 5 at night,
her family pressures her to eat,
she shallows it down.
she feels stronger today.

it's 10 o'clock,
she's counting the seconds,
and can't stop this thinking about the food in her stomach.
she begins to grow weak.

it's 12 o'clock,
the voices begin to creep back.
she thinks she can handle them.

it's 3:15 am,
the voices won,
and with tears running down her cheeks,
she paints her skin with crimson.
she laughs,
not feeling any pain.
the demons finally got the best of her.
and now,
there is no her.
but, just a young, teenage girl,
lying cold.
with a smile on her lips,
and a blade in her hand.