The silent screams of hollow children

Im getting worse

It's getting bad again
I feel it
It's getting bad again
I crave the blood
Dripping down my forearm
It's getting bad again
I don't sleep
I'm avoiding eating
It's getting bad again
I've stopped talking
I'm getting worse
I want to leave
My emotions
Are an
Uncontrollable
Whirlpool of thought
I'm sleep deprived
Dehydrated
Starving
My friend is worried
How I'm still alive
He fears that I'm getting worse
I know he's right
But I don't want to admit it
He watches me eat
Like he fears
What will happen if I don't
He knows
My thoughts
He knows
I could easily be faking
Everything I show him
I've showed him
How I avoid eating
And how I switch
From emotion to emotion
In seconds
Hiding away in a bottle of lies
Unsure of how to survive this cruel world
I'm getting worse
I either sleep to much
Or
To little
I either eat to much
Or not at all
I've stopped drinking water
Opting
For flavored energy drinks
As I need all the energy I can get
Instead of homework
I run
Hoping to get away from
My demons
That control my mind 
When I'm not running
I read
Escaping into a world
That does not exist
Yet is still better than my own
I'm getting worse
I know