Thoughts of An Anorexic

A name i detest to be called. My chest compresses as i travel back in time, An asphyxiating guilt, back then so conscious, Each day I was chained to hatred. Memories draw in, of me bawling over my weight, Arms crossed across , wishing for a sweet escape Goals and dreams I had surrendered all, In the battle with those tormenting ghouls. As I plunged myself into vicious thoughts, Consequences were weighed upon my tired soul, Being abandoned to a fate so broken, Surviving wasn't living, I accepted this token So now a tattered picture is all I see... Never nor ever was I bargaining for sympathy, A mental struggle that had forced me to be, To recover, perhaps was the only chance, To fill my cup of despicable emptiness, Up to its brim, overflowing with fulfillment.