Ana/mia

Everyone around her is clueless to it, but i can see it
she's at it again.
not eating for days on end and when she gives into the monster she calls food, in her tender throat her fingers go.
she's at it again.
reaching for perfection, and when her judging eye's meet her hated reflection, shame leads her to a razorblade.
she's at it again.
although she doesnt want to
she's at it again.
i know this because she is me
IM AT IT AGAIN.