Originally posted on eatingdisordersrecoveryblog:
This poem captures the essence of the voice of the eating disorder in the early stages of my recovery.
My friend took me by such surprise
As she looked at me with her silver eyes,
She had always been so kind to me
I never wondered, but now I see
“Wash me in the blood of Christ”
She wept at the sky
Her voice rich with feist
Sounded like thunder
She had wanted to fly
But began to go under
She screamed she was free
(Of me, who lived in her head)
As she left, farther from me
Oh, the things that she said!
I looked at her file
She went on by, I gave her a smile
But I knew she was already dead.