months and months
this continued for

it got to the point
where you no longer
knew how to help

i just couldn't handle
eating or even
breathing

you were the only thing
keeping me
grounded

my head up in the clouds
both from denial
and bad health

"this will all be over soon my love"
you promise

though this part may be over soon
it will never truly be
gone

~this disorder is never-ending