New poem!!

I look into the mirror
And what do I see
This pale vision I once knew
Staring back at me
Beautiful I am not
Fearful I am
Worrying
Wondering
Tick tick tick
?Time is running out,?
She says as her finger goes down her throat
?Two more pounds just two more pounds!?
Such a wistful wishful hope
All I need is just to be
All I need is to just breathe free
No more worrying about what I am
No more caring about being thin
Battling a disease I cannot win
Overtaking
Forcing me in
With a grip so strong and a power so fierce
I?m losing grip
I?m losing
Thinner and thinner
Day by day
This girl I see
Is withering away
Into nothingness
Into fear
The closest hand
Is nowhere near
Washed away
Like sand on the beach
This girl is gone
Far out of reach
I looked into the mirror
And I saw nothing
A clear reminder
I had missed something
Now
I look into the casket
And what do I see
That pale young girl
Staring back at me...