Recovery.

Inside Im crying, 

Its voice is lying,

but I don’t care,

I can’t imagine it not there.

A friend turned foe,

this I do know.

Its got to go.

Silence is screaming,

Inside my mind is fleeting,

as I’m battling the thoughts 

of not eating.

Even when I’m down,

and as hard as it sounds,

hope can be found,

and it will turn things around.

The battle may be long,

and at times I’ll feel wrong,

but it will ultimately make me strong.

Recovery is worth it all along.

J.E.C.