I just wanted something to control...

Now my weight overrules.

I never had a chance to figure out what was wrong with me

Then it was to late to even see.

My organs started failing.

I started dying

My body is getting weaker..

With every spoken moment.

6 ribs, Not enough.

I might be so tall.

It might be such a low number..

But the mirror...

What I see.

The weight that carries over top of me.

I just want to die, I can't even stand to look at myself.

So I keep myself from food, so I have something to control.

But then that when I realized that my weight overrules.

Thank you for reading my poem about anorexia...

God Bless

Sierra