Anly Stede

They scream in a way which
words couldn't explain,
gracing his existence in
some ways most couldn't get.

He thinks if they were aware, they'd drop
what of all they bestowed on him,
or maybe, in all reality, they wouldn't.

The story'd be so different, if they knew.

I was just a child at the time,
but I knew something was wrong,
without knowing that this particular
affliction was called bulimia.  Still, I just
knew, as I watched you gorge yourself
with the heaps of food you consumed,
that something was not the norm
about it all. I remember you being so
sad. My heart to this day still crumbles,
for I was only a child. I remember
every frame of that time, and I feel
beyond guilty for not knowing how
to make it better for you. I tried. And
I miserably failed. I wish I could've
Made some sort of difference in your life.