As a host,

I became an enemy,

when I really needed,

a friend in me.

Any time I felt hunger,

I made myself suffer,

For thin is what i sought.

Cold steps on the scale,

My skin so pale,

Content is what I am not.

I weighed myself religiously,

that control I craved so viciously.

My bloodshot eyes,

a foul taste,

just to have,

a smaller waist.

Acid fingers,

my stomach is empty.

Thoughts that linger,

stay and tempt me.

Do it again,

have no fear.

Running water to hide the tears.

The weird obsessions,

binge or purge,

I really couldn't control the urge.

Lies and excuses,

were all I could taste.

You'd only see a ghost girl,

when you looked at my face.

My collarbone crown,

and hollow hazel eyes.

My over sized shirts,

over my small...