Dying

She cant eat, it only makes her sick. She is weak and two skinny. She is dying...

Her body weak

And restless

Trying to fight away this unknown illness

She is unable to eat

Her voice is mute

For she is unable to speak

The words she tries to write

Simply fade away

Nobody will ever know what she meant to say

She lays in bed..

Not able to take one step

Her body weighing less than a limb on a tree

It is a slow and painful death

Her illness is undentified

No medicine will help

This mysterious death

She wishes this would end

And go back to being herself

She wants to be able to hear the sound of her voice

But she knows that this wont end

And she is left here

Dying...

Author's Note

Tell me what you think... This was kind of happening to me at one point in time (only i wasnt dying)

Reviews

[Daydreamer21]

it kept me hooked and I think it has a nice rawness,and realness. Nice work
I understand how you fel btw
I hope everything's well

Eating disorders are deadly, and they can lead to major self-destruction. both physically and mentally.
I'm training to be a chef, and I understand the loving food part. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to not be hungry anymore.

perhaps if you take small bites, a little at a time, and then as the days go on, you slowly increase the food intake.
But then again, I wouldn't know.

you're very good at expressing yourself in your writing.

[ebur™]

nice poem. the choppiness of it (although it flows very well if that makes sense) kind of listed many facts and that kept me hooked on it. And I hope you are able to eat more! ;(