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?
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