Scar-less

Thoughts are still haunting
even staring the real world
in the teeth
blood dripping fangs
ready to rip me apart

My eyes
weary
seeing the same problem
day in and day out
envisioning my self-destruction
slowly handing myself over
a sinister disease clutching me

Lips moving
a phantom speaking
whispers of words
sneaking in the downfall
praying for a recovery

Make me scar-less
pristine skin
the haunting memories murdered
hand me over to the short sleeves
skirts
and swimsuits
of summer

Make me thin
giving up a disorder
weighing myself daily
and jogging
desperately burning calories
skipping meals
even under supervision
sealing my mouth
refusing nourishment
if a fast death is not allowed

I shall have a slow suicide
unless I find the cure.