Bulimic Death;

Sleepless nights
There I am lying on by bed
Trying to chase away those voices
That torments me inside my head.

The restroom door is locked,
So no one will see this act of disgrace,
My wicked act of salvation,
Fed by my dark distain.

I do this to eliminate suffering
To take the pain away
To silence those words from people
That turn my upside-down world gray.

Famishing for flawlessness
prettiness from within
no food to make me full
i'll do anything to be thin.

So maybe it's no healthy
But this part of me just doesn't care
I don't mind going through all this to be different
And say goodbye to cold despair.

You can't see what I see
my filthy and pathetic reflection
you don't feel what I feel like
my body's my sweet rejection