Living with an eating disorder and constantly trying to mediate a war in the mind is one of the hardest battles to try and overcome. I hope through my writing you can relate to the pain and struggle that I experienced, but also I hope that in the brief moments you are reading, that all your pain and sorrow melts away.
A switch is flipped and in the blink of an eye,
you hear that voice you just cannot defy.
The dungeon door slams closed, thrust into his dark room,
it’s oh so familiar, you’re always back too soon.
You ignored the signals and the warning signs,
next arrives the bombs and deathly land mines.
In their wake your soul destroyed,
that loving voice you still avoid.
Drawn like a magnet to the voice of distortion,
all perspective is blown way out of proportion.
behind these actions you are trying to hide,
in that voice of destruction you seem to confide,
trying to numb these feelings you hold deep inside.
you lower your barrier and let him in,
this is a battle you now cannot win.
As that moment passes and that bubble pops,
you realise your actions, and your heart then drops.
awoken from the trance riddled with guilt and shame,
you’re tangled in his web, he’s won this game.