BONES

bent over and broken

all these words left unspoken

silence echoed through the night

you've given up with no reason to fight

paper dolls, mixed and matched

silent tears a plan is hatched

pictures torn, cut off heads

you'll stop eating till your dead

months go by and sizes drop

your to far gone to late to stop

skin and bones your pretty now

all alone...yet happy somehow

people point and people stare

to wrapped up to show they care

pretty face and pale skin

desperately waiting to be thin