Cold Bones.

I am a ghost at home;
The family is destroyed.
Daddy has gone,
Mommy is rough.
I don't know if she loves me.
I don't love myself,
I don't hate myself.
I just want to find
A safe place, 
A cosy shelter to feel a little alive.
But I am alone,
I feel on my own.
I don't want to eat anything
But I'm afraid when Mommy shouts at me.
I hide parts of food in my table napkin
Or between my cushion and my seat;
I swallow my lunch or my dinner
As quick as a high- speed train.
My stomach hurts me,
I feel sick.
I run towards the toilet
And I let my body rejecting the pain.
When I look at the little carcass
In the big mirror in my bedroom,
I don't feel anything.
I can just look and touch.