What's next?

In the past year 

I've taken too many tylenol 

With the hope of being able to sleep 

Forever. 

In the past year

I've starved myself

For days on end

And cried at the sight of food

On my plate

While being forced to eat.

In the past year

I've gotten to know

The nurses in the hospital

Too well

And all they keep saying to me is

"You're too young,

Too beautiful,

To be this sad. 

You've got better day ahead of you.

Just keep holding on.

It will get brighter soon, my dear."

But I cannot see into my future,

And neither can they.