Whispers of doubt, a relentless chime,
Anxiety’s shadow, a haunting mine.
It whispers fears, a never-ending tide,
Swirling in my thoughts, nowhere to hide.

Like a venemous snake, depression creeps,
Dragging me down, into it’s icy deeps,
it saps my joy, a cruel and cruel fate,
leaving a void, an empty, barren state.

Anorexia’s grip, a twisted desire,
To control the body, a raging fire.
It...