Bulimic pt 2-days falls unto night

**Before you read this I just wanted to say that I appreciate it alot. And yes this is true. I am suffering from bulima and this is soooo incredibly hard right now. Anyways there is a part one and if you read it first (or at all) it may make more sense. Thanks!**

I force down all the food
That you’ve placed upon my plate
I think of keeping it down
But I know that it’s too late

I run down the hall
My face a ghostly white
I sink down to my knees
I no longer have to fight

I flush my sorrows down
And turn up to the sink
Fill my cup of water
And take a real long drink

I think of what I’ve done
And what tomorrow brings
I think of my mother’s face
And many other things

Mom no longer tries to stop me
Because she knows that it’s no use
My face a constant reminder
Of this horrible abuse

I know it’s getting worse
Cause I want to throw up at all my meals
I know how it hurts when I lie to you
And how depressing that it feels

Everyday a little harder
With more struggle carved in my arms
Red marks and vomit all over
A loud cry of my self harm

Everyday I pray to God
For a miracle to come
I sit in a dark room
Singing a quiet hum

I write letters to all those around me
To see what I would say
If tomorrow I was hospitalized
If tomorrow was that day

Where I no longer had the strength
Left in me to fight
If no longer could I tell
What the hell was right

So as my struggle continues
I’ve lost all the hope that’s in my heart
And I wonder every day
If treatment I could start

And yet I sit here denying
To my mom that nothings wrong
I put on a very good act
I try to act real strong

“Mom nothings the matter
Please just let me sleep”
I try to act so pure
And try hard not to weep

As strengthness turns to weak
And as day falls unto night
I pray that when I wake
Everything’s all right