Anorexia's Little Voices

You find me in my own private dreams
Filling my head with nonsense
....and hunger pains that wake me in the middle of the nite
I can feel you in me
Sometimes I wonder if this is all a dream
My Emergency Exit is not in reach anymore
For I do not see the need to be saved
My safety has been eroded from my mind
I want to feel my bones
Can you see?
Do you understand me?
I don't think you do
Or you would have tried to save me already

Silke,

This is beautiful. Maybe it takes another ana sufferer to find the beauty in a poem about bones...Maybe it is because I feel the same way as you do about this life we live, whatever it is, I think thispoem is right on target and I love it!

Love ya,
Dara