Diagnosed at seven sent me falling into a dark hole.
My life changed drastically.
Developing an obsessive need to be in control.
I started focusing on the amount of food going into my body..
Counting calories bite after bite.
Until I found myself always throwing up,
My mental health in fight or flight.
15 years later as I grew older,
So did the chip on my shoulder.
Pushing myself far onto the brink,
I started to control my drinks.
One, two, three, then four;
Until it became cocaine
In a bathroom stall.
They do not realise this is
What makes me whole.
Me, myself and I
When I am in
Complete control.-b.
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