~This poem is something I wrote to myself to maybe wake me up and see what I was doing to myself. Has a view point from a male friend of the girl's~(it originally was a song, so it might not be a great poem but I was hoping maybe it could help someone)
Every night, you wake up famished
And you run straight to the pantry
When you arrive, the hunger's vanished
You're fat, and wonder why we can't see.
You're so thin it makes me cry, girl
I think you'd drop dead any day
The problem is that the whole wide world
Thinks your beautiful that way.
You say your childhood is to blame
So are guys, maybe they are
But I'd rather take my aim
At famous models and movie stars.
You say men are pigs and losers but you
Lure him in with your great tan
He'll follow you around to watch you
Do you need that kind of man?
Your sickness is for people like him
The men will say you can't be fat
Believe me, you're cute and slim
And you deserve better than that.
No matter how good you always look
You've got to push it one step farther
The scale pulls you down like a hook
And I wonder why I even bother.
It hurts your body, and you can't see it
With the fevers and their rising heat
You wonder how you can relieve it
Does it feel better when you don't eat?
You're sick a lot now, in your bed
And you're blind to all that's true
By now the fat's just in your head
But your body's caving in on you.
You're afraid of food, it makes me ill
That this came out of 'just a diet'
You yell at me, do what you will
I watch, and just try to be quiet.
You won't let me say you're gorgeous
You call me The King of Lies
But every time that I deny this
There's more hope in your dark eyes.
I wish that didn't leave my lips
I should have said that I love you
You think my love is for your hips
And that they're all I think of you.
It's not that way at all, you know
But I guess you can't accept it
I'm mad but don't let it show
Now I have all the time to regret it.
You're getting weaker, day by day
You make me hide your greens and meat
I sit at your bedside and watch you pay
For all the times you didn't eat.
Late that night you left this world
Your parents never told me how
No matter what, you killed yourself girl
And all I feel is guilty now.
At the funeral, the world
Leaned over, looked into your coffin
They said, "God, what a pretty girl,"
I wish that they'd told you more often.