My Killing Disease

What do I see when I look in the mirror? Ugly and fat, I want it to end, But I know I cant. I starve myself, Because I hate the way I look, But what I hate the most, Is when I have to cook. This disease is killing me, I wish it would end, But it’s the key, To being thin. Her voice is so loud, She is all I hear, All those mean words, She whispers in my ear. She Is my enemy and my friend, I will love her til the end, She has always been there for me, And I know she will never leave. I'm sorry to everyone I have hurt, But I cant leave her, I know she treats me like dirt, But I need her inspiring words. This friend of mine, I call her ana, She is not always kind, Because her voice tells me, What to eat, So I can be like the the skinny girls, I see on the T.V She tells be when I have failed, And what I have to do to reach my goal weight, Which means I cant eat cake, Because if I do, then, I know, I will never be thin. ~Ashley~