In the silence of the night, a battle rages on,
A whispered war, where strength seems gone.
Mirrors reflect more than just a face,
They echo cries from a hidden place.

Shadows dance in the mind’s deep corners,
A struggle unseen, with unseen mourners.
The scale tips, not with weight, but pain,
A silent scream in an endless rain.

Hunger’s a ghost, haunting the soul,
Chasing a control, never whole.
Each bite a burden, each meal a fear,
In the mirror’s shadow, reflections unclear.

Yet hope flickers, a fragile light,
In the darkest hour, through the night.
With every dawn, a chance to heal,
To break free from the pain, to feel.