Working Free

Withering away to rotten and slimy flesh as I slowly began to die,

Opting out of eating food is my escape - control is the ultimate high.



Reasoning that this is the best because I wanted, like a star, to explode,

Kindly refusing food today, tomorrow, forever- now this is my personal code.



I am shrieking for answers and no one came, this is now my prison life,

No more can I deny the pain I feel-God, i need courage to face this strife.



Grabbing another's hand with humility to seek help going from dark to light,

Feeling my daughter's kisses has given me reasons to get up now and fight.



Releasing myself from the heavy chains of bulimia and victoriously walking free,

Excusing myself from eating now is a choice-food no longer controls or binds me



Energized about the future and living a peaceful life...a shining example to see.