Breath taken to the depths of within.

Only I can uphold what should have been.

My waist may be shrinking, but my mind is too.

No matter what my brain says, it's what my heart says I'll do.

Little food left for a normal survival.

Looking at a cookie, hopefully one day I'll be able.

Don't take me for my size, it won't hold true,

because my mind is everso blue.

It's not a cry for help, but more of a weep,

because nothing will be left, except one final sleep.