Inhabited

I know this poem is really long but I haven't written in ages and would appreciate if you would read it and comment. All comments are replied. It only took 5 mins to write because it's one of those "out it pours" poems..if you know what I mean. In order for you to understand I ought to tell you that it's meant to be in the voice of ana (as in anorexia personified), who has inhabited someone..as she does.

I'm doing this
The damp crawls in
Settles in the bones
So that they ache
This body moves
Only with a creak
I shall stop any movement
Entirely
I'm doing this
I use the eyes to see
Light hurts
Cover these eyes
Run away
They only want to hurt you
I'm doing this
Slowly the body slows
Shutting down different parts
With little food
This body is dying
I'm doing this
Reactions controlled
Push them away
I'm all that this body needs
Food is unnecessary
Friends are too
You have me now
Tears rolling down these cheeks
I'm doing this
My persistant words
Caused the crying
You'll feel better
If you give in to me
Completely
Soon the bones push
Through this skin
Desperate to be free
From this dying body
I'm doing this
Look in the mirror
Now!
Do as I say!
I am your eyes
I tell you what we see
Look at this fat we have
You don't deserve a body
You deserve to die
I must flit from body to body
But you
You ungrateful fatty
Get a beautiful body
And waste it
I don't tell you what I really see
A skeleton
Past beauty
Walking death
I'm doing this
There's no one left
Just you and me
You don't deserve me
But I'll stay
That's what true friends do
We are true friends
I make you beautiful
Thin
You keep me secret
Hide me from those who can kill me
Kill you
I won't tell you
But
I know you are dying
I'm doing this
On the scales again
Naked
Look in the mirror
Only seven pounds gone!
Fat girl
Take those scissors
Cut your hair
That must weigh something
I'm doing this
There is no room for blood in here
Only for me
Blood weighs too much
Drain it
More, more!
You want the numbers to go down
You want to be thin
Weightless
I'm doing this
At last I leave you
And view my handiwork from above
Pale, insignificant without me
You lie still on the cold floor
Hair, what's left, spread
Matted with blood
Naked
Your bones are painfully large
Fat
You were never perfect
Couldn't quite do it
Weren't strong enough
Life, drained, gone
I did that