Anorexia nervosa.. 

  

She wakes up too early .
And does her hair.
Puts on the mascara
For those long lash.
She does’nt have her breakfast
She does’nt care .
Puts on her makeup 
As she does’nt like her face
Then comes the lip color
For she hates her own.
Puts on her smile
She is still out of place.
But inside she’s dying 
She is unbearably insecure.
Slashing at her wrist
The pain helps her reassure.
Blood seeps out 
Shuddering is her breath .
She stops eating
And starves herself to death……

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