I can hear things that aren’t there, As the room spins before me, And stars begin to appear.
I can feel the weakness inside of me, The weight of my body on my bed. I feel my hands trembling, As I lift them to my head.
I can barely move a limb, I’m so tired and exhausted, As emptiness builds within.
I feel myself decaying, Every night is the same, Nevertheless, blood’s still flowing, Through each and every vein.
I can hope that i’ll soon be ‘normal’, Hope I’ll soon be free, But I know that that’s unlikely, Anorexia has too tight a grip on me.