Anorexia

By Anonymous

The turmoil feeling endless
A constant battle raging on
When she thought she may have beat this
It’s all back, it’s there, it’s won

It still makes no sense to her
How it can take over all control
And you can lose all that you were
In such a dark and deep black hole

Her goals and dreams are now distant
The fear and shame are just too strong
Consuming emptiness persistent
That spark of hope is now long gone

The self hatred becomes ceaseless
Screaming jibes and taunts and doubt
Feeling selfish, weak and helpless
She fights with thoughts of a way out

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