Aching, alone in the moonlight My hurtful thoughts burn just as bright. I drift numb through waves of sorrow, The desire to be weightless lures me further below. It's the calm before the storm of hunger Yet I continue to starve, my stomach protests like thunder.
Fading in and out, I'm drowning no doubt. Floating above me are skeleton bones and thin torsos I idolize them, while my self hatred grows. My lungs fill with salty tears, making me bloated, accomplishing my fears.
I'm ravenous I don't care I say, "I'm not hungry, really, I swear!"
Standing naked and ashamed in front of the mirror. "You look disgusting!" A nasty voice sneers. Recovery is far, for I still utterly agree. I'm a horrifying atrocity, don't let anybody see.
As I drift forlorn to the open abyss I beg, just wanting self worth and bliss. The violent waves subside, Making me realize it's okay now if I die But I'll say it one more time: "I'm fine."