Losing
My head is swimming
I can no longer concentrate
Or think straight
Almost all I can hear now
Is anorexia’s voice.
It's like the real me
Has been suffocated
She is almost gone.
I have moments
Where I reach out desperately
For the remnants
Of my rational mind
But it's like grasping for threads
In a blustery wind
I know
I am running out of time
And I wonder
In a detached sort of a way
If this is it
If anorexia has finally
Got me this time?
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