Anerxia

struggle with a hidden disease. One with no cure. It is always hidden. The one with it never remember when or why it started. It was just there. No doctors will help you. people joke about this disorder. Anerxia is real and true. Once the fat kid always the fat kid. No matter how much weigh. It is a daily battle. It started out the only thing you could control. Know it controls you. You are its puppet. The game that you lose. You started out the ruler. Now you are the pawn. No one can help they dont understand. Drinkers and druggies dislexic and parents of disabled kids they all of support meetings. Yet us who need it most do not. We are on our own. We have to fight a hidden battle. you are fine till it raises its nasty head. Then you fall to the pressure. No one hears your silent cries. "I already ate. I am just not hungry." Excuses you use over and over. No one ever filling in the puzzle. Not that they wanted to. You are screaming on the inside. Someone please save me. Not one comes. You dont have a savior. You silently fight and prey one day it will end. Welcome to the life and mine of someone who figths a battle.everyday.I have a Disease it is called Anerxia.