Face down.
Body screams.
Dizzy.
Uncomfortable.
Scared.
Lonely, but not alone.
Sacrifice what?
Feelings hit me like a boxing glove.
Afraid how to handle the anxiety.
Can i do anything to change this?
I keep looking in front of me, trying to see my helping hands.
I know you stand by my side, but i need to feel you to.
Take my hand, hold my feet and touch my head.
I feel the anorexia is trying to kill my hope for something better.
And even though i know that - i keep listening.
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