her daily routine

she stares at her reflection in disgust , she hates what shes become she pokes at gut that she hates so much the voice in her head is telling her to get rid of it she looks at the thighs that make her cry and the arms that make her glare , she spends her nights hunched over a toilet disposing what ever she consumes the dry heaving hurts her chest she wont stop till she sees blood she gets up and takes her pills the voices are taunting her she works out for hours and refuses to eat she throws up on the rare times that she eats but its not enough she spends time looking at pro ana blogs she envys the girls she sees on the internet so tall and thin so flawless so perfect she knows that her health is at risk but shes willing to give that up for "perfection" her body is aching from what she does she eats in public but she throws it all up she puts a smile on her face so they dont worry but she cries endless tears that soak up the pillow case her sweaters got longer and her music got louder and no one noticed shes afraid of food her paranoia is stalking her she doesnt know how long she could keep this up she did get smaller she lost some weight but now she cant stop her smile is fake