The nights are always the same:
Filled with hunger and shame,
Tears wetting the soft cotton sheets:
You are starving but you will not eat.
People don’t realize it makes you feel good:
You think you have power because you control your food.
Yet, some nights, it will drive you insane:
Because you cannot get rid of the pain.
But no matter what you will not eat, scared of the calories:
They will bring life you don’t want to give to your body.
And you are scared that if you take one bite
It will mean the end: you’d have lost the fight.
The nights are always the same,
You lie awake in bed and you cry,
Because you are fully aware
That you are letting yourself die.
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