I look in the mirror and hate what I see 

Lines of red up and down my body

Fat as can be 

 

People say I need to loose weight 

That I'm getting too big 

So when my parents ask I say "I already ate."

 

We both know its a lie 

That coming one day soon 

I'll be as thin as the clouds in the sky

 

I look in the mirror and hate what I see 

Skinny and broken 

With a bunch of new cuts from my last cutting spree

 

I tell everyone that I'm okay 

That they do not need to worry 

But I am becoming as breakable as newly formed clay

 

I'm dying inside and out 

About to be gone 

No one will notice No one will shout

 

I looked in the mirror and hated what I saw

Until one day 

I had not one single flaw

 

I died on that day and they all wondered why 

I knew it would happen

As soon as I laid down to cry

 

Drawing the pictures on my skin with a blade

Knowing that when I died

They would all be displayed

 

They looked in my mirror and saw all the ghosts

And that's all they could see

When they laid me down next to my grave post