My personal fight with 'ED'Some days I fail, Some days I succeed.
It was going so well last week.
I thought I had it, it was going well,
But today I woke up again in my own personal hell.
I looked at my breakfast, the numbers dancing in my head,
I known I should see the food instead...
Just two bites I ate,
Today, that is all the effort I made.
With myself, I am angry now,
I promised to get better somehow.
2000 kcal is the daily challenge I want to meet,
But for today it feels so hard to succeed.
Maybe tomorrow I will be stronger,
For today I will just have to relish the hunger.
The emptiness is like a drug.
It makes you high in the head,
But like any other drug, you could end up dead.
This I know by heart,
But still I play this empty part.
Fighting for a way out,
Food is not what life should be all about,
For help I shout!
But my cries are deafened by my healthy looks,
I have no eating disorder according to the books.
And truly, sometimes I am okay,
Then eating healthy is like child play.
But other times