Help her, she's asking for help

I’m hungry, and there’s food right in front of me, but I can’t eat it. I don’t want to eat it, because if I do, I would want to throw up 

She’s hungry 

She’s tired 

There’s food in front of her 

But she can’t eat 

Why? They ask 

Because she’s breaking apart 

She’s anorexic 

She’s bulimic

I’ve seen her a couple of times 

Checking her waist line on the mirror,

Weighing her self after a shower Sometimes 

Help her, She needs help 

Scars on her arm, 

She wears a watch to hide her self harm 

She doesn’t want the world to know 

That she’s breaking inside 

Sometimes she wants to tell someone 

So she looks around 

“Mom” “let me finish my work”

“Hey guys” “Oh sorry, I have a test tomorrow” 

She doesn’t want to be like this 

So she starts to write 

She hopes, at least then 

“Maybe I could reach out to someone”