She didn't think it could get any worse,
This eating disorder has been a curse.
Anorexia started when she was sixteen.
It happened so fast, she started off lean!
For three years she struggled and fought,
And just when she thought she had learnt a lot,
A new voice came into her head
And to the bathroom she was lead.
This new way kept her free and wired,
But at the end of the day she was so tired.
Sure she could eat anything now,
Her family watched in amazement as she devoured a cow!
But little did they know that after her meal,
She could not help but feel,
The instant need to put her fingers down her throat
To get rid of this dreaded uncomfortable bloat.
As her head leaned over the toilet she thought if it would ever stop.
Or would this stay with her until the day she would just drop?
She creeps into the kitchen and pulls out the jar of chocolate 'Nutella'
which stains her fingers like black and sticky tar.
She knows this is not the way to eat
She won't sit down and take a seat
Instead, she stays 'glued' to the box of cereal
which falls out upon her sweaty socks.
She is the prisoner of her hand,
when she eats too fast and it all tastes bland.
Her jaw aches from this continuous chew
The raisins in the 'Muslix', she has only left a few!
Angered and ashamed, she runs upstairs.
Her eyes watery and her nostrils flared
She was so hungry that the food refuses to come out
So with the disappointment she stares into the mirror and shouts
SO she goes to the gym to get rid of the food,
Or maybe, it's just to freeze her bad mood?
There's blood on her fingers from forcing too hard
She thinks of 'fried fish' and slices of 'lard'
This disgusting thought makes her puke even more
She's kneeled by the toilet on the cold bathroom floor