Road to perfection

The feeling of sharp bones against my unfleshed skin.
Having the need to be, want and feel thin.
The feeling of sick and acid burning making me choke.
Thrusting fingers down my throat the food I would provoke

Counting every calorie and minimizing wat I ate
I didn't care about what I had to do aslong as i'd lose weight
Becoming socially withdrawn and losing most of my friends
The long and lonely road to perfection is one that never ends
My imperfect body reflects my imperfect soul
Thanks to anorexia ill live and die alone