There is this little game I play.
I play this game almost every day.

I do not play alone, this game.
ED plays with me, yes that’s his name.

To eat, or not to eat:
That is the question.

I wake up in the morning: Breakfast.
Do I eat, or don’t I?

I skip…

One step backwards.

Twists and turns and ups and downs.
This game continues, maybe I’ll turn around.

Lunchtime arrives, oh how I despise.

To eat, or not to eat:
That is the question.

I eat… Then I get anxious.
I head to the bathroom.

One step forward, one step back.

I drive to my so-called home.
Mom and dad are fighting: I feel so alone.

ED assures me that he’s here to stay.
“Just don’t eat,” he says every day.

Dinner time…

To eat, or not to eat:
That is the question.

I listen to ED and I skip.

I know this game might not be fun to you,
But by playing this game, I feel safe and not alone.

This game is full of uncertainty, but there’s one thing I do know about this game:

It never ends…