Unsaved
Hollowed cheeks and tapering limbs,
A sign of illness the mind can't win.
Her hair is thinning, her stomach concave,
But how can I help what she won't save?
My friend is slipping far away.
She's going with Ana, becoming her slave.
Reason won't reach her while the mirror's her shield,
Those unsightly bones are fat by her feel.
Her calorie counts puncture and weight drips off,
But her unsatisfaction yields heavier costs.
Obsession yields distraction - grades and friends slip.
She's falling and failing with nothing to catch her.
Ana's stolen her sanity, body, and soul.
A shell remains, more broken than whole.
I'm by her side screaming her name,
But how can I help what doesn't want saved?