She comes to school, Sits next to me,
I've seen the pictures... 
I know what's under those layers,
You can see every single little bone.

She thinks that because she's not losing in her problem areas, it makes sense- Sense to do what? To starve yourself? To kill yourself? This is going to kill you, and you don't seem to care.

Any normal parents would do something, and I guess they are doing a bit- buying food when she gets cravings- but I wonder, I wonder if they know... How serious it is now. She tried asking for help last year and they didn't listen.

I'm watching,

I'm sitting here,

doing nothing

(in my mind)

and watching.

The best I can do is hand her a slice of veggie pizza at lunch, say it's free, you don't have to pay me back, just eat it, gain some weight, be healthy. That will be you paying me back.

Look, I'm skeletal

You said that, showing me those pictures,

You said that as if you were proud of it.

I can't, I can't I'll get fat.

You don't say the last part, but I see it,

I see it in your eyes as you say no to a pizza slice,

Offered freely every single day, in hopes...

you eat it, just eat it, and gain weight, and be healthy.

I know it won't help much, but I hope... I hope it helps a little.

I just wish I could do more.