The thoughts overwhelm my head,
I can't focus on anything else.
So I run.
I run because no one is home, and they won't notice if I'm gone.
The air outside is unusually hot and muggy; it takes my breath away.
I still push myself.
I don't want to keep running, up and down these torturous hills that never end.
The muscles in my legs burn, my lungs cry out for oxygen, my heart begs the exertion to cease.
But the thoughts keep me going.
Thinking to myself: thin, beautiful, healthy, strong.
I can earn my necessities this way.
I earn my life by slowly killing myself.