Tired, weary eyes,
Drowning in her image,
      Scared of her reflection,
      All of the decisions.
A bony body,
Tearing at its own flesh,
Always being blamed,
Always being left.
      One day the body couldn't go on,
      You know it's the end, you must move on.
As she slips away you hold her tight.
Wanting to tell how beautiful she was in your sight.
       Feeling the rough skin go cold and pale.
       You know it's too late, her organs have failed.