illness
Recently I met a friend
Ana was her name
She introduced me to another, mia,
The two, almost the same.
They told me of the perfect girl
Put pictures in my head
Her body looked flawless, but I didn’t know
That she bore scars of red.
Then Ana said that i
Could be so flawless too
And Ana took me by the hand
I let her guide me through.
The pain was so intense
I struggled to get free
But suddenly, this evil mia
Snatched ahold of me.
And though I fought, with all my strength
I slowly became thin
But I couldn’t help but think
I really wanted it within.
I tried to rip my arms
from their agonizing grasp
But their nails became claws
And tore at my aching flesh.
And from that moment on
Neither one would stop the slashing
And on my wrists still
Is the feeling of their scratching.
But then I realized at once
Perfection lay ahead
So I stopped, and let them take me
And always bare the scars of red.