The Voice

He tells me that I am not sick enough to heal.
I can only stop
When I am dying,
When my body is broken,
When I can no longer be repaired.
Will I leave this world
I was dying,
Starving my body.
That bottomless pit of hunger,
The darkness that never ceased.
He fed me lies.
I did not matter.
I had no worth.
I was insignificant.
He was a parasite,
Eating away at me,
Until there was nothing left.