Tell me when you know.
Do you check in the mirror?
Judge by how much bone you see.
Can determine you love your figure.
That's what you get yourself to believe.
But they can see through those blue eyes.
Know what your telling your self cant be honesty.
you'll never be perfect no matter how hard you try
Does skin and bones make you feel amazing?
Knowing you haven't eaten for years.
Do you truly believe you don't need saving?
Even though you cant control those tears.
Your chest hurts, pulse is weak.
If only this would have changed last June.
Its been a month since you've had sleep.
Its now to late, you'll be gone soon.
At least die as a warning.
For all your friends who try to stay skinny.
Give them hope for when their mourning.
And you'd touch the life's of many.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
control your tears and come back to life- life is beautiful