Anorexic Beauty

My mornings are filled with hunger pains,
The blood slowly dying in my veins,
Exercise then fall to the floor,
With my arms I haul body up then work out more,
My chest grows tight and my lungs are weak,
My head's too tired for my silent tongue to speak,
A mirror hanging in the hall,
What I would give to have "it all",
With every bite of food I fail,
My body and spirit growing frail,
Silently dining from an empty plate,
My life's been measured out in height and weight,
Pangs of guilt pierce my heart as my pride begins to grow,
Rib and hip bones clearly now show,
Each extra inch bringing extra despair,
This body and soul is now running on air,
Gazing in the mirror is now too tough,
Because nothing will ever be good enough.