Even voor het gedicht: het thema moet eigenlijk Anorexia zijn, alleen die staat er niet tussen, dus ziekte past ook wel in het kader
It started so small,
“just wanna lose some pounds”,
But how could anybody know,
That you ended up a bare 50 ounce.
Ana you called it,
A religion, a way of life,
Making you pretty,
thus you made it your strife,
You got thinner and thinner,
To the point that I could see your bones,
It showed even through your clothes,
You looked like a skeleton, I know how it sounds,
You said to me,
I will stop, I will make it end,
I waited for the moment,
But the moment would never attend,
Now you lay here, thinner than a twig,
Ready to to the afterlife be sold,
To live on as a memory,
You were to become a mere 16 years old…