My ED might not be able to hear me, as I would likely have ripped it to pieces. If it could hear me anyway, I'd say: Why? Why instead of comfort and console in times of grief, why make it all so much worse? Why add another things to the bonfire? You taught me to hate and despise everything about myself and think of myself as scum an what you promised a perfection not unlike eutopia. When I followed, though, it was not me you brought, but crooned to like a siren lulling a sailor to his death.
I am breaking free, and you are going to have to starve on those rocks with no prey to feast on. I only hope you will not cause any more chaos than you already have. You are not my friend, my confidante, my teacher, you are my demon who I will exorcise myself.

So ha!