Addiction.
I used to love hugs,
And singing, and kisses.
Now, controlled with addiction,
My smile, she says, she misses.
The doctor has confirmed,
There will be no tomorrow,
I've lost all hope,
Hope for nothing but sorrow.
Nothing will save me now,
All I can do is cry.
The same questions
Always asked,
“Why are you doing this?
I don’t want you to die!”
“Don’t you worry,
I’m better now.”
I smile,
I lie.
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Limited Life
Short StoryI'm not in control, my eating disorder is. Yes, I have an eating disorder, and yes, it has absolutely ruined my life. I'm not me anymore, I am my eating disorder. My ED is everything to me. It's all I have, and it's all I don't want.