She was starving
it was the food, she couldn't force it down.
It was the scale, it added ten pounds
It was the mirrors, they distorted her view.
It was the magazines, they showed similar girls.
She was crying
It was her body, it wasn't what she liked
It was her waist, it ruined her ideal jean size
It was the girls at school, they were just too thin to be ideal.
She was bleeding
It was her wrists flowing crimson
It was the blade, moving swiftly across her skin
She was in pain
It was silent
It motivated her to keep starving
She was broken
But she had no help.
She wasn't alone, but was drowning with no one to save her.
She's still starving.
She's still crying.
She's still bleeding.
But she's someone else.