Treading water with Binge eating disorder.

All I want is to pull myself out of the water but my arms are weak and my body is weighed by my own consumption.

My nails are painted in pretence and my lips glossed with lies.

until I am alone; I fear my own company.

Until I am alone I fear all company.

And when I am alone truly- 

All I do is crave company.

Anything to pull me from the body of self indulgent hate that I unwillingly tread.

Unwillingly eat. Willingly swallow.

• unintelligible murmur