Fragile innocence,
Weak bones that break.
Cry the tears,
As the red runs from your veins,
The cobwebs will grow,
Across your bony ribs,
As you lie lifeless of thought,
Because your anything but thin.
When water tastes sweet,
Because this water is your only treat.
And all because your faced with fear,
As you stare deeply into their judgmental eyes,
Let the tears run as you cry.
Take another step,
Under layers of clothes you must hide.
Keep another secret from those who claim to care.
Tell another little lie,
Yes I ate when I was there.
Face your fears and they will disappear,
What a load of rubbish.
Feed of your weakness and it shall grow into you,
You will no longer be you,
Have no thought of anything but perfection.
Perfection in you.