Dear not my friend

Dear you, Who came to every single rendez-vous, How were you not ashamed? To turn me into a deadhead. You told me everything was right, Even when there was no light, You wanted the best for me, So I would become less chubby, more skinny. You told me to ignore the fuel, So I would look less 'full', Which was so cruel, And made me become a fool. One day I thought I will rule, To drawn you into a pool, And deliver myself, From all this sickness. From: Nastasia To: Anorexia