Love, Anorexia Book Two

Poem (not part of story)

I walk through the kitchen,

eyes scanning the food,

mind telling me to stop,

stomach growling.

And that's when i see what I've been dreading,

secretly wanting;

candy.

My feet seem to move on their own.

My mind is screaming at them,

at me,

to stop.

I don't.

Soon my hands are moving.

Not much later my lips follow suit.

I'm chewing,

then swallowing.

My mind is still shrieking,

begging,

but I'm stuck on autopilot.

Nothing can stop me now.

I'm a beast that's just been

freed.

I reach for every single bit of

food.

I chew every single bit of

food.

I swallow every single bit of

food.

And later,

I will purge every single bit of

food.

- the first time I wanted to die

A/N: Hey so yeah i wrote this... This was the first time i ever truly wished i was dead, would have rather died than spend another minute being fat. Ik it might not be the best poem ever, but it described how i felt so.... Yeah.