Slim chance

Haunting famine you whisper quietly
deprivation a star quality
your limit to score and mark
to cut so deep to find relief
to leach away the little left
scorned, their tongues cut like thorns
society has turned the screw
self loathing measured in the mirrors stare
the world shakes it head but dosen`t care
eaten words a diet to an early death
Anorexia has no respect