My friend.

I have a friend,
Ana is her name.
She helps me feel better,
but, makes me feel worse the same.

She sometimes makes me smile,
sometimes makes me cry,
she makes me feel alive,
and sometimes she makes me want to die.

I have a friend,
And Ana is so dear to me.
She helps me become,
what I want to be.

She holds my hand,
when I hate myself,
she tells me how to change that,
but, sadly, its bad for my health.

I have a friend,
Ana of course, is my life.
She makes me stomach feel flat,
also makes it feel like it was stabbed with a knife.

She helps me get to where I want to be,
she's the only one who really does care.
But, she makes me pass out,
and sometimes I lose my hair.

I have a friend,
She seemed so nice at first.
But, she makes my back ache,
my stomach growl and my head want to burst.

But, some people don't understand,
Ana's always been there for me,
People don't get it,
though Ana's eyes is all I see.

I have a friend,
My parents don't like her though...
But, they don't understand,
shes the best friend I know.

I have a friend,
My other friends keep warning me,
But, I think their just jealous,
Cause Ana Makes me happy.

Sure, Ana makes me tired,
she makes me weak.
But, one day with all this pain,
Beauty I shall seek.

I have a friend,
She holds my hand now cause I'm spinning in my head,
She tells me its okay,
Cause I know I'll be beautiful dead.

I'm getting weaker,
I can't stand, I fall to the floor.
My eyes slid closed,
and I can't breath much anymore.

I had a friend,
I loved her to death.
She made me beautiful,
But, when that happened...

I took my last breath.