Fragile Bones

Kneeling in the shower, hands pressed tightly to her ribs.  Who is this frightened child?  Does she even exist?  She took a step back from the world, no one knows she’s alive.  Now she’s grasping at her life, just trying to survive.

Fragile bones, skin scarred from abuse, don’t blame her though, she was only confused.  How did this happen?  When did this begin?  She seemed so happy, or was that pretend?  She had started at 130, or so, but felt as if she had lost control.

What happened to this dear sweet innocent child?  Her idea of beauty had driven her wild.  Minus 25 later she was so close.  Almost 100 without any clothes.  No one would touch her, they thought she would break.  She told herself she was content with that trade.

Fragile bones, skin scarred from abuse.  We won’t blame you though, you were only confused.  How did this happen?  When did this begin?  You had seemed so happy, or was that pretend?  You were after perfection, if not a throne.  Purging and hurting, you did what you could, dear fragile bones.

Dear fragile bones, sweet little flower, what’s killing you now had once brought you power.  You’re getting sicker as I look in the mirror.  My image of you… of ME, is becoming more clear.

Don’t blame me though, I was only confused.  My body and mind were self abused.  My once beautiful body, now scarred for life, I’ll get through this disorder, I will survive.  I am fragile bones, I’m asking you please, hear my cries, help me battle this disease.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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