My body is Increasingly becoming sick It's becoming disgusting With all the harmful things That I allow to Pass through my lips. I'm always tired I do little exercise I feel always out of breath I almost never drink water I am lousy with unhealthiness. I hate food. I hate what it does to me I hate how it makes me feel. But most of all I hate that I am So hopelessly addicted. Even when I'm full I seek snacks To fill my emptiness. To comfort my brokenness To cease the pain. My journey of the road to recovery Will be long And painful And fraught with trying to make amends For the horrible things I have done to my body. To fix what is broken To try and find something else To fill the void. To make the headaches And the ****** feelings disappear.