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.