Backed into a corner,
No place to go
Nothing feels right anymore
I’m caught in the go and fro
The argument in my head is deafeningly loud
The voice of anorexia feels like a pressure in my throat
A paralysis in my body to do the simplest thing
Rational and logic feel like far away dreams
All I can do is find small specks of hope, and cling.
I don’t know when food became so terrifying
The idea of nutrition scaring me more than the reality of anorexia
I don’t know when the line was crossed past the point of return
I don’t know how to stop the fire that anorexia burns.
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