*TRIGGER WARNING*
This poem could be not that triggering on its own, but I felt like I needed to explain some of it. Basically, I wrote it as soon as I left the hospital last April. My mom caught me throwing up, and took me because I couldn't eat without crying. "She" is my bulimia. But I'm mostly recovered now, so im okay posting it. I have a few bad days, but no where near where I was a few months ago. And I'm proud of that.

She smiles at the pain in my eyes;
She laughs as the tears fall.
She ignore the blood that flows
And continues to stand tall.

She controls my actions at home
And again at school.
I want to finally be in control,
But she continues to rule.

When will she give in?
Maybe I should give it time
But she seems to be relentless
And I want the power to be mine.

I should've never listened,
But I've made a huge mistake.
I've broken a huge promise
That I never should've had to make.

I'm sorry to the people that I may have hurt
As she somehow consumed me.
Yet I'm trying my best to fight.
One day, i hope that's what you see.

I should've realized the consequences;
I should've noticed what I could do.
But I thought she could not hurt me
And that proved to be untrue.