The Bottom
Doesn’t have to be yours to live in…
Slow footsteps to the bathroom
She takes a deep breath, trying to find her balance
White T-shirt on with flowers printed on the front
Unsure of how much longer she can keep up this stunt
It was late at night
Her heartbeat was slight
Cold all the time
Wondering when she would run out of time
Starring at herself in the mirror
Just searching for an answer
Wanting a way out
But scared of what she will find
She knows she needs treatment
But that shit does not sound intriguing
There’s a hum of the TV downstairs
Mom and dad waiting for the end of this nightmare
J, not around
A global pandemic
And an Eating disorder makes their relationship hard to manage
She wants it all to stop
She wants it all to stop
She wants it all just to stop
When does this shit get easy?
No one said this shit would be easy
Phone rings
Its Virginia calling
A bed is open
It’s time to get going
When the door opens
She lunges across the starting line
It was just the beginning
Of her new plotline
They tell her it will take time
She’s trying not to run and hide
Despite her resistance
She decides that the bottom isn’t hers to live in
Fast forward, a year and some change later
She’s in a different place, still trying to heal and surrender
She knows its a choice every day to keep ongoing
Even when it gets hard, she tries her best to listen to her knowing
These days quicker footsteps to the bathroom
She takes a deep breath, trusting in her power
Resources for eating disorder treatment
