Hiding From Bulimia

Location

In my closet
I'm sitting
I'm thinking
I'm cringing
This bingeing
I'm crying
I'm crawling
In my closet
Balling, 
is me
This dying thing.
 
Calories
Calories
Calories
They rule my world
I can feel it beating inside I'm gonna hurl.
These thoughts
Spinning
Faster than the revolver of a gun,
Russian roulette with my life,
My Fingers
My knives
Drive them deep piercing my throat,
Hold it 
Hold it 
Make yourself choke
You think this a joke?
I regurgitate my food my meals and those pills that kill
Regurgitate like how society thows in our face that we should be, those same girls that are so unhealthy 
Because they are so called "beauty".
Keep going
Going til you're empty
Empty like those calories that fill me to the brim
Empty like the people who comment you need to be thin
Empty
Empty til its nothing there
Remember be lighter than air
Bingeing purging starving, 
all this is barging,
Into my life and I cant control.
I'm sick this is getting old.
 
Run 
Hide 
You poor poor girl
You were never strong enough to grow in this world
Go
Now
Into you're closet 
Back Where you started
 

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