As I watered my flowers,
I looked upon them.
Yellow and innocent,
Beautiful and naive.

I guess I am a perfectionist,
I water them daily,
With the right amount of water,
And the right amount of soil.
The right amount of sunlight,
And the right amount of love.

But then days went by,
My flowers would not drink.
Instead they were wilting.
They were brittle and frail.

I then gave them water,
By buckets,
To stop them from wilting.
One or two stood up,
But then bent over again.

Suddenly they grew thinner.
And longer,
Yet rough.
Their leaves were crumbling,
And the petals were rolling themselves up.
Everthing was weak,
About to die.

I gave them all the light,
As I cried every night.
Suddenly one,
Then two,
Then three fell to the ground.
They're dying...

I'm still giving them water,
But it is as if the water is disapearing.
It goes right through them,
Sucking it up,
Then wilting even more.

I then found the water,
All in another field,
Thrown away.
Yet how they got there,
I'll never know.

The flowers are still beautiful to me.
But I don't know why this is happing.
It puts stabbing tears into my eyes,
And down deep into my heart.

I cant handle this...

My flowers were falling,
One by one.
Dehydrated,
Hungry,
And scared.

They were perfect,
God-sent and lovely.
But then something happened,
To make this all happen.

All of the trouble,
That has happened.
All of the pain,
That you have went through.

Now you are dying,
And I am numb.

Oh dear God!
My flowers are wilting!
Oh dear God!
My daughter is dying!

And diagnosed...


                                 ...with Anorexia