Dark rooms
White lies
Spark lost
Soul dry
Innocence gone
Girl, young
Hidden cries
Lost night

It's funny how years go by,
yet relationships remain the same
Countries separate our bodies
but our hearts can not be contained
As I sit here in my favorite spot I've had since I was three
the memories of God's faithfulness come flooding back to me
Fish caught, meals shared, a telling of life's stories
Hugs given, tears cried, no need to take inventory
For the love here is as strong as those stormy waters,
though docks break and boats sink they can not separate His daughters

Depleted hands
Damaged fingers
I didn't win today
My soul craves to be thin again
A constant war is waged

Always cold
Never empty enough
Food not seen as fuel in my mind
In the recovery world a meal is a victory
but I see it as failure in mine

Never understanding
how they can not see
Smiles don't mean that I'm healed
Breakdown has been achieved
My heart will remain sealed

Maybe tomorrow
I will try
To force myself to nourish
This body of mine and soul that I
So deeply want to cherish

Maybe tomorrow
I will live
Whatever that looks like
With my broken heart and bruised ribs
I will not abandon this fight