Skin And Bone
She looks in the mirror and sees a fat pig
she wears her clothes two sizes too big
She sits at the table and picks at her food
She dont want to eat shes not in the mood
She forces it down and excuses herself
then throws it all up while inside cries for help
I hadnt noticed how thin shes become
I dont know what to do the damage is done
She lies in the hospital with tubes down her throat
then I noticed a paper of something she wrote
It read Dear mom Im sorry I worried you so
Im writing you this cause I want you to know
If I somehow dont make it I dont blame you at all
Its just something that happened and it isnt your fault
I hear the flat line my daughter was gone
and all that is left is her skin and bone
Angellynn
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