The feeling of an eating disorder

Punishing myself as I throw my guts up
Maybe that would've been nice with ketchup
I scream for more
As i stare at my blood, my blood on the floor

Nothing left to throw up
So my temper boils up
I feel so empty yet so full
Fulls of lies and hurt, full of bull

My body says no
But my mind says "Go!"
And I clench my invisible weight
With thoughts of bitterness and hate