It's almost midnight.
It's cold and dark here.
I wanna go home.
They won't let me leave.
Will you help me or even save me?
Please..
People here are really mean.
They keep telling me, I'm not pretty, and fat.
Is that true?
Am I really fat and ugly?
I met this girl today!
Her name is Ana.
She's really beautiful, and super skinny.
She's all bones.
I wanna be like her.
She told me she'll help me become like her!
Her tip is Just don't eat.
I never knew it could be this easy!
COUPLE WEEKS GO BY
I've already lost 30lbs!
But Ana says that's not, enough...
Help me.
I wanna go home..
I wanna eat, I'm so hungry...
She won't let me eat..
Help me!!!!
{a.t.b}
This poem is about anorexia, and how it feels to be in the hands of Ana.
