[Charlie_Charlie]

“I don’t want to eat” I say, looking at her face.
My voice is so quiet now, she just hands me the plate.
When I don’t take it she asks me to repeat.
So I say with more volume “I don’t want to eat”.

I stand up to leave but she grabs my arm.
She says I must be hungry and I am, I am.
But I tell her I’m not and rush upstairs.
She shouts “You have to eat” but I just don’t care.

I stand in front of a mirror, my body makes me sick.
I wish I was a ‘magazine-girl’ beautifully thin as a stick.
But I’m so horribly fat, and I’m so disgustingly huge.
I can’t bear to look at myself or stand the sight of food.

I wake up one day, and I’m too weak to move.
The Doctor comes, says it’s from lack of food.
I’ve eaten so little so why am I still so big?
I’m told I’m dying of anorexia, two weeks to live.

I’m force-fed for a few days but I throw it back up.
They say I’m going to die but I just want to look good.
”I can’t be anorexic, I’m not even thin!”
I keep telling the Doctor but he’s not listening.

”I don’t want to eat” I say, hardly able to speak.
It’s difficult to do anything, my body is so weak.
I am rushed to hospital after I collapse.
They say I died of anorexia but I was still fat.