The pain of Bulimia. |
Tears escape through my eyes from the watery grave of my soul, Control will help me through, all I wish, all I want, all I need, Blood drips down my dry lips from the leak in my heart, I yearn for emptiness, to be pure inside, nothing more to despise, My head flouts like a cloud yet my body drags me down to the ground, Blurring the dread in a fog of pain, so much pain and for what gain? I empty my body of all impurities; flush them to a grave, a watery grave, It is my only way, the only way I know, until I get my control, Failure marks my path, my descent into insanity, a whirlpool of deceit, I always know what to say, to tell them I ate today, lies, so many lies, Distorting my mind, smearing my image to a blur of ugly obesity, Will I ever find perfection? Or will perfection ever find me? It is all I want, all I crave, but I know so well the truth is harsh, Never, oh never, will I ever reach my goal, my perfection, Every few pounds that fall, I see an inch grow in their place, But for just a moment, a tiny moment, my eyes will give me peace, A glance at utter euphoria, from the corner of my eye, I see what I desire, Yet every inch returns to its place, for my next glance I see disaster, Loosing myself in my own mind the creation of a maniac, I shove my fingers down my throat as far as I can reach, It hurts; it hurts so much, over and over and over again, Every single bite I took will come up, until I know it is all gone, Vomit is yet again followed by a stream of blood and tears, Straining my eyes, bruising my hands, destroying my brain, But that is all I have, that is my whole life, Until I find my control, until my perfection finds me. |