bulimia breakdown

lets make it so we cant be seen
thin as paper watch us gleam
pride shines through
what we are trying to do
no thought of getting better
the grass is getting wetter

sneaking out late at night
for fear of getting caught
throwing up in the lawn
appearance of scars
oh how fucked up we can be
and its all done for me

no self control
lost that weeks ago
i know that i should stop
but there was no time to talk
the deed is done
i said just one
now many line my legs
up and down
no thoughts
no loss
no sound

regrets pour in piled high
have to hide
the scars from the world
so unreasonable
therapy for years barely seems agreeable

looking down
at this battered body
scarred and alarming
i am probebly dying
no worth crying
malnutrition, no intuition
[when to stop?]
[ where is the line?]
i thought you said that you were fine.

new and creative ways
if getting through these godforsaken days

getting thinner
getting cut
getting sicker
times yet to come
maybe i should
just do it my self
i dont need yer fxcking help
fxck the reaper
his timing is off
i need to go NOW
send me off with a pow

brains explose against the wall
no need to repaint
lets keep it a stain

signs of what she used to be
nothing moore
a mark upon the wall
nothing moore.