The thoughts are there,
The will power too,
My stomach is bare,
I no longer chew.

I'll just skip a meal,
Or two or three,
The consequence real,
Nothing left of me.

The Constant wars,
With my mirror,
I see all the flaws,
They couldn't be clearer.

So frail, so weak,
My ribs stick out,
And bones in my cheek,
I'm sick no doubt.

I just want to be thin,
It's you I want to please,
It's a deadly disease.