I sit and stare at this girl.

This girl with visible bones.

This girl that smiles brightly when she is with her friends,
yet her smile never reaches her eyes.

I stare at this girl from across the room.

I stare at her, I see myself.

I see her bones; I see myself going like a ghost.

I see her fake smiles,

I see myself crying, screaming, wishing to die.

I see her dark circles under her eyes,

I see myself trying to fall asleep before I fall apart every night.

Every time she says that she's not hungry,
I see the fear in her eyes,

that reminds me of mine.

Beauty,

perfection,

it all comes with a price.
Price of strict rules,

rules that make you slowly wish to die.

I see this girl trying to reach her goal,
but others see her slowly disappear

as the time goes.

I stare at this girl and she reminds me of all the times

I was ready to die.

I see her pretending that she's not friends with Ana or Mia.

I see her being quiet,

but I can hear her exhausted body screaming,

yet nobody hears that,

just like they never heard mine.

I stare at this girl while she eats,

and I can almost hear how her heart raises,
while in her thought she's counting the calories like a crazy.

I see her being lost in her mind,
and I know that she is on a war

that is hard to come out of alive.

I wish I could tell her

that it is going to be easier,
but the thing is,

on that stage

it's easier to die,

then to be alive.

When she all of a sudden closes her eyes,
I know that inside,

she's trying to fight the scary monsters,

that are trying to eat her alive.

How ironic is life?