In the blink of weary eyes
I took it on myself to tell lies
all about my habits of (or should I say of not) eating
as my conscience started depleting
and masking my outlook on life
which was taken over with my feeble strife.
The rain kept pouring down on me
there was no other way to feel better you see
so taking to self punishment of my mind, body and soul
I stood over that wretched, dirty toilet bowl
and for those couple of seconds regurgitating
I felt like I belonged, it seemed to make me whole.
Phil what an amazing piece raw and honest. As a previous recovered sufferer I can honestly say admission to yourself is the first step. Well done it does get better with time sending you lots of hugs xx
This is an incredibly sad write, but like Brenda said, very raw...and full of so much emotion. My heart aches for you. It doesn't seem like it ever gets any easier, but we do get stronger. I truly wish you much love and healing!