It starts off as a friend,
Making everything seem OK,
It makes you feel happy, strong, and alive,
It made me feel that nothing could go wrong. Every time I didn't eat or every time I purged, I got that sense of relief.
But then after a while it turns to your enemy,
Where you get so tired you can't even move, or you get to the point where you have no choice but to purge.
You always get to the point where you want to eat and keep it there but the disorders grew attached and never want to let u go.
My friend My Enemy |
