Standing alone,
Looking into the mirror,
What i see isn't true,
Just a reflection of my fear.

What i see is,
Not necessarily fat,
But i think i could get rid of those pudgy areas,
Just like that.

So i go days without eating,
Somedays i feel the pain,
Somedays i'm not hungry,
As i listen to the rain.

The gental rhythm against the glass,
My heart slowing to a unhurried beat,
This will be the last time i see the rain,
As i sit curled up on this seat,

Falling slowly into a dreamy place,
Closing my eyes, breathing is quieted to a small sound,
For this will be the last breath i take,
Thunder crashes and no one notices as i fall,dead,to the ground.
 
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