Backed into a corner
no place to go
noting feels right anymore
I'm caught in the to and the 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 no return
I don't know how to stop the fire that anorexia burns.
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