creaturemythique

Mornings filled with hunger pains, Blood slowly dying in my veins, Exercise then fall to the floor, Haul body up then work out more, Chest growing tight and lungs are weak, Head to tired for tongue to speak, A mirror hanging in the hall, What I would give to have “it all”, With every bite of food I fail, Body and spirit growing frail, Silently dining from an empty plate, Life measured out in height and weight, Pangs of guilt as pride begins to grow, Rib and hip bones clearly now show, Each extra inch breeding despair, Body and soul now running on air, Staring as the mirror is now too tough, Because nothing will ever