I don't always make good choices
Sometimes I fail you
Other times you use me
But we both need each other to feel completeYou are my ghost, my mind, and my shadow
You are the me that no one knows
My wandering mind is yours to take
My choices and values are yours to makeDearest voice in my head
Your guidance left me nearly dead
Control my past, present, and now
I gave my life to you
And this I vow~A letter to my eating disorder

YOU ARE READING
Until the Day I'm Not
PoetryThese are pieces directly from my head. They're little excerpts of what I'm thinking about