Dear Anorexia

It's May now. The spring flowers are slowly blooming and I'm slowly dying. I sleep most of my days away. I've given up on my classes. I'm simply too hungry to focus on anything else.

I can't remember the last time I've eaten.

My friends are gone, my mum is afraid of me, my brothers are terrified. Just the other day, the youngest one, Isaiah, cried to me on the phone and he told me something. He's scared. He doesn't sleep anymore because he has nightmares of me.

Dying.

Every. Single. Time.

I can't remember the last time I've eaten.

And as I lay in bed tonight, I'm simply wondering if maybe this is it. If this is the night that I,

Don't.
Wake.
Up.

Thanks to @bastille for the lovely cover!