The Voice

A voice lives within my head
its tell me how pathetic I am

Its not happy when I eat
it gets angry when I admit defeat

It tells me I am not strong
that I must not eat.

when I eat I must be punished
I regret eating so much that I must cut

The voice isn't forgiving or friendly
it hates me… but I must listen anyway.

I weigh so much its not happy
I weigh less then I am supposed too…

yet its still not happy…. I'm not happy.
I try my best to keep control but slowly lose all hope.

I want so much to be free from this voice
but fear the only way is if I'm dead… I have no choice.