The Struggle
You cut, you cry.
‘I ate!’ you lie.
You binge, then purge.
You fight each urge.A river of blood, it stains your sheet.
You’re running so fast, it hurts your feet.A glass if ice.
A sprinkle of spice.
You sip diet coke.
Then light up a smoke.‘You’re hurting us!’ they scream & yell.
But half the story, you’ll never tell.Each day you fight
Lose track of the light.
There is no hope
You cannot cope.
