A poem for death

Girl called Ana

I've seen this girl called Ana

She's pretty thin and tall

She has the smallest frame I've ever seen

And just one flaw

I met this girl called Ana

She introduced herself today

She seemed so very nice at first

And says she wants to stay

I know this girl called Ana

She's so perfect and it's true

I'm so fat compared to her

But she'll make me skinny too

I'm friends with this girl called Ana

I've started eating less

Hating the image in the mirror

My life's become a mess

My best friend is a girl called Ana

I want her to always stay

All my other friends have left

But she will never stray

The only one I listen to is Ana

She's so smart and full of advice

I'm starting to get smaller

My health is the only sacrifice

I'm scared of this girl Ana 

I can't get her out of my head

It finally occurred to me Ana wants me dead

I hate this girl named Ana

She makes my life hell

Someone hear my silent screams

Cause she won't let me tell

My worst enemy is this girl called Ana

She's a demon in my head

She seemed so nice at first

But I was so mislead

I'm a prisoner to this girl called Ana

I'm captive to her will

I can't help but do what she says

How can I be so fat still?

My Murderer is this girl called Ana 

She starved me to my grave

My heart finally stopped beating

I couldn't continue being brave

This is about Ana 

She'll starve you to your grave

If you ever meet her

You should be afraid

Ana shows no mercy

She'll take you life away

If you give her any chance

In you head she'll always stay