My demons don’t scare me anymore she whispered with a broken smile.
It was the first time I heard hope escape her lips, shame it only lasted a short while.
She said it frustrates her that she has words inside her head I will never get to hear.
But behind her faceless skin was a story that didn’t appear.

It’s a pity watching someone harm themselves until their body can’t be stitched.
Tears spilled out her sorrowful eyes as she wished our lives were switched.
She stood as nothing more than a suffering girl consumed by a tragic illness.
Hope for recovery was as likely as silence hiding from this stillness.

She knew it herself but hated admitting that her mind was slipping apart.
Although she once was a beautiful girl that side only existed in her heart.
If only she didn’t like her bones and didn’t idolize to be thinner.
Then her cheeks would be filled with colour and not a taste of last night’s dinner.
My
And she is so much more to me than this poor girl who lost her way.
But her past life seems to get trapped between her lungs and mouth each day.
It’s such a shame that a reassuring light took me and sadly missed her.
And I never feel so much pain inside until I look at my anorexic sister.