27 December 2012
Each day each meal is a battle within Some days my hunger seems to win As I live this unbalanced life Balancing me beneath this knife
Some days I can't control myself Which may just jeopardize my health Because sometimes I cannot see The damage that this causes me
At nights I ponder days gone by And all the nights that I would cry I eat enough for sitting through And just enough for me and you
I'll try to fix me if I can But I'll need you to hold my hand Til I can reach I'll go to sleep And send a prayer with my weep.
Opuss № I