Dear Sis

Your pale complexion; white and gray, I pray that you’ll live through another May. The hair on your head is growing thin, And I can’t find any more fat on your chin. It pains me to know that this is your choice; But I know that you have lost your voice. You are too weak to function Because you’re causing self-destruction By cutting your skin, And purging until you are too thin. Pick yourself up little one, Your youth is meant to be fun! I know your future is bright, So don’t give up this fight. If you need help, give me a call, To fight the most evil disorders of all. I want you to break out of this cage; I promise it is only a stage. But you will have to be brave, If you want to avoid your grave.