My body screams at me to be fed,
But when I do it's never enough.
Struggling to function properly,
And unable to pay attention.
Why you might ask me?
Because of this sickness I've caused upon myself.
Started senior year of high school,
And it hasn't really stopped.
My parents worry over it,
Because I'm slowly killing myself.
If I'm to be there for my daughter and others,
This must come to an end.
It's still hard at times to not just let it take over,
But I want to live and have a happy life.
For my sweet girl I will fight,
This darkness I have created.
So I can meet her one day and actually hold her,
Instead of watching from the sky.
©hayls91
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