Constantly stuck between
Wanting to be skin and bones
And wanting to recover.
At a loss
Wanting to please the ones I care about
But wanting to please the disorder.
I promised
That I wouldn't
Let the disorder take over again.
I'm falling
And don't know
If I can get back out.
This disorder is
Slowly but surely
Getting the better of me
Not sure of what to do
Anymore
I might as well let it consume me.
I may just be
Stuck
For the rest of my life.
