she stands here
with her back against the wall
she helps me lock my door
when i'm crouched on all four
it's just a diet
keep it quiet
my problems lay in numbers
medical language wont help me here
leave it alone
i'll do this on my own
dont tell me it's dangerous
cuase i'm allready painless
**(c.m.h)
poem about ANA (in my case she is called Maya)