Dear Poetry

Anorexia

Hey,

They call me Annie, 

Annie the anorexic.

Why, you ask?

Because I'm anorexic of course, 

I barely eat and with every passing minute I swear I'm gettin' thinner.

That's what I want, 

I think it's beautiful, 

It's all I ever need.

All I need is to be so skinny,

So friggin' skinny you can see all my bones, 

So skinny you can see every rib in my rib cage.

That, 

That is all I need.