Searching
Frail fingers reach out for a hand
searching for support,
searching for a friend.
food is my enemy,
it makes me swell
makes my life a living hell.
so i purge it out of my system
and out of my head
my flimsy body falling, nearly dead.
hunger gnaws away at me
and no one sees.
a secret showdown with the mirror
because i hate what i see
how did i let this happen to me?
falling, falling, searching for a hand
hitting the ground, helpless
god my only friend.
and sometimes even he cant help me
i cant find myself
lost in a maze of self doubt
how willl i possibly ever come out?

*not preettyy. but its all mine, &this is more than a quote. its my poetry. dont jock. comments/critique/compliments aree verry welcome&encouraged, more on my proflleee:]