Anorexia

"Come with me," she said. "I'm Ana. I'll be your friend." Little did I know She was leading me to my death bed. I wish I would've never met her. I wish she would disappear. Why won't she leave me alone? Doesn't she see I'm happy here? "You won't be happy until you're skinny," she said. I don't know how much longer I can take this self-hate. It's eating me from the inside. It's making me fake. Why aren't my friends here? Where'd they go? Did I push them away? What did I do? I'm scared to be alone with myself. What if I lost it? Will I end up killing myself just to get rid of her? How much more insane can I get?