Anorexia

The cold winter wind seeps through my bones like a knife
The demon inside slowly tugging at my life, making me weak
Anorexia tugging at my heart
My existence on this world is one constant painful battle.

I sit on the grassy bank, watching the clouds fade away, wish I could
To weak to meet with friends, Anorexia controls me now
Death will come soon, I know, as I cannot take much more
Anorexia is strong, stronger than the strongest faith.

I cannot smile, nor can I cry
Only silent sobs, I’m a leafless tree, with a great need of death
No tears will be spared until the final day
When anorexia wins, when it finally gets its way.

I’m imprisoned in anorexia, a world with no freedom
Cannot love myself until there’s only bones to adore
My love for anorexia nearly as great as my hate
Anorexia is my addiction, I cannot break free

Nor do I want to.