I used to not understand anorexia
And I used to think it didn't make sense
but now I think I understand it
when you're 104.5 pounds but you still look like 'this'?
And I feel like I'll never look how I want to
and that thought gnaws at me every day
along with everything else in my horizon
and college work speeding my way
I don't know what I'm going to do
Especially when I'm on my own
I'm afraid my self consciousness may eat me alive
And when I come home again I'll be a sack of bones

Ps:  writing is supposed to help but it doesn't anymore