Dark And Gloomy

Whispers of surrender, a haunting spell,

A weary heart burdened by the weight of pain,

Entwined in shadows, longing to break free again.

Like a siren's call, they beckon from afar,

The allure of oblivion, a distant star,

But in the depths of despair, a spark remains,

A flicker of resilience, refusing to wane.

They dance in the silence, these thoughts so bleak,

A tempest raging, a voice too weak,

Yet within the storm, a glimmer of light,

A beacon of hope, piercing the night.

For you are not alone in this endless fight,

In the depths of darkness, there is still a light,

Reach out, dear soul, and take my hand,

Together we'll weather this storm, and stand.

For even in the depths of despair, you see,

There's a thread of hope, binding you and me,

So hold on tight, and don't let go,

And the weight of the world feels like a heavy pall,

A solitary figure stands, alone in the dark,

With scars upon their skin, a silent mark.

Each cut, a symphony of pain, a release,

A momentary respite, a fleeting peace,

As crimson rivers flow, staining the skin,

An inner turmoil, too deep to begin.

The blade becomes a cruel companion, sharp and cold,

A whispered temptation, a story untold,

But in the depths of despair, a flicker of light,

A voice whispers softly, urging to fight.

For beneath the surface of scars and strife,

Lies a soul yearning for healing, for life,

With each scar, a reminder of battles won,

And the strength to rise, when all seems done.

So let the wounds heal, let the scars fade,

For in the journey of healing, courage is made,

You are not defined by the marks you bear,

Where shadows dance and demons take their toll,

A battle rages, unseen, within the frame,

Where fragile flesh conceals a hidden flame.

Beneath the surface, turmoil churns and twists,

As thoughts become the captor, clenched in fists,

A war against the mirror, waged each day,

As hunger's grip tightens, refusing to sway.

In the hollow echoes of a vacant stare,

Lies the weight of a burden, too heavy to bear,

Where every morsel is a battlefield,

And every meal a fortress, forced to yield.

The scales tip, a cruel game of numbers played,

While bones protrude like monuments, dismayed,

Yet in the depths of darkness, a voice cries out,

Yearning for freedom from the endless bout.

But chains of shame bind tighter, never relenting,

As whispers of doubt grow louder, tormenting,

Yet within the darkness, a flicker of light,

A glimmer of hope, burning ever bright.

For in the heart's quiet refuge, a seed is sown,

A promise of healing, a path to be known,

Though the journey be arduous, fraught with pain,

Strength arises from struggle, a victory to gain.

So let not the shadows consume you whole,

For within you lies the power to break free, to unfold,

Embrace the light that beckons, fierce and true,

Starting Weight: 200.1 pounds

Goal Weight: 130 pounds

Ultimate Goal Weight: 110 pounds