I haven't seen her eat
in almost a week
When we were changing for gym
her ribs pushed out
against her skin
I can seen her veins
blue and thin
against her papery skin
rough and pale
She shivers
as everyone else sweats
I offered her my Oreos yesterday
they used to be her favorite
But she barely glanced at them
before telling me she was full
She hadn't even packed lunch
Why haven't
my efforts worked?
I've tried so hard
to remind her
of who she was
of who she can be again
but it's not working
She's not getting better
she's not listening
As she gets thinner
and the number of slashes across her wrists
grow
My throat roars
burning, spitting
I am sick
of these fruitless attempts
She needs to listen
YOU ARE READING
From Inside The Cracks
PoetryShe was hurting. Hurting so much she began breaking, cracks forming across her body. She was going to shatter. **Possibly triggering content**
