A poem from a friend, you know I love you... XoXoX
What hurts more? The fact that I knew the truth
or the truth itself.
I knew your suffering and pain
I saw what was happening again and again
She began to melt away, each day and month
What hurts more?
The hunger pangs or the deterioration of your throat?
the muscle pains or your rotting teeth?
Each month she becomes more clever
in she shower, by her feet
in the sink, easy to clean
I know your pain, as you bend over preparing yourself
The tears welling, the snot oozing
with each pass you clear the tears and wipe the snot away
with each pass your hair thins and your skin pails and becomes gray
I see your pain, fake laughs to over the tears
real tears burning your face and scalding your pillow
cloths draping upon your bones, I can count each vertebrae
make-up caked on your smiling emaciated face
Nothings wrong? Poor girl.
she lashes out, hating everyone
She's beautiful now, size barely zero
eyes empty sparkle
muscles barely holding her smile
I'm sorry you're sick
I'm sorry I you hate me
I'm not sorry your getting help.
perhaps one day you'll thank me.
perhaps not.
We will call this one "anorexia"
What hurts more? The fact that I knew the truth
or the truth itself.
I knew your suffering and pain
I saw what was happening again and again
She began to melt away, each day and month
What hurts more?
The hunger pangs or the deterioration of your throat?
the muscle pains or your rotting teeth?
Each month she becomes more clever
in she shower, by her feet
in the sink, easy to clean
I know your pain, as you bend over preparing yourself
The tears welling, the snot oozing
with each pass you clear the tears and wipe the snot away
with each pass your hair thins and your skin pails and becomes gray
I see your pain, fake laughs to over the tears
real tears burning your face and scalding your pillow
cloths draping upon your bones, I can count each vertebrae
make-up caked on your smiling emaciated face
Nothings wrong? Poor girl.
she lashes out, hating everyone
She's beautiful now, size barely zero
eyes empty sparkle
muscles barely holding her smile
I'm sorry you're sick
I'm sorry I you hate me
I'm not sorry your getting help.
perhaps one day you'll thank me.
perhaps not.
We will call this one "anorexia"
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1stxer:
I passed through Avon today ..... alas I did not see my needle in the haystack. I did stop at a place there and had something to eat, washed my jeep before continuing on ... I felt so close to you. 
1stxer:
I noticed your contact card had been updated on msgr. I appreciate your sharing the photos of you and your daughter. She is precious and I know you must be very proud of her. 