My friend and parasite.

I keep bringing myself back to the kitchen
But i dont want to eat.
I stare into the fridge just to see and smell the food before i bite my tongue and pretend im not hungry once again.
I repeat this day in and day out.
Anorexia has become my friend.
That one friend that influences you,
Changes you and tricks you into doing what they say,
But even though they arent nice.
You don't know how to go on without them. I have grown dependent on my lack of eatting.
I am sick. Anorexia was my friend and is now a parasite living off of my misery.
I can't get better without help
But i dont want help.
And maybe i dont want to get better because hey, I'm finally skinny.