a disorder
a disorder will take everything from you
first your thoughts
then your happiness
then everything else
a disorder teaches you to measure your worth
in numbers that are never low enough
turns mirrors into enemies
and hunger into something you’re proud of
until you forget
you were never something to fix
a disorder whispers that smaller is safer
that disappearing is control
that empty means strong
even when your body is begging you to stay
a disorder steals your energy
your laughter
your ability to just exist
without calculating every piece of yourself
until one day
you realize
it never wanted to make you better
only quieter
it didn’t save you
it erased you.
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