My Friend Mia ( Bulima)

My dear friend Mia,
what shall we do today,
it is up to you now,
i no longer have a say.

I hand myself over to you,
my soul and body is yours,
take the fat from my body,
it shall no longer store.

The food is so temping now,
i soon start to gourge,
but i stop; ataken back
i close the bathroom door.

Fingers down throat,
it comes up so easy now,
my chest has sharp pains,
and my stomach starts to growl.

with every gag
chock or cough,
innocent tears fall down my eyes,
thats when i realise; im unable to stop.

Mia youve held me close now,
for quite some time,
but i have to stop this
or else im going to die.

So please dont be mad
cause today i finally told someone,
they are going to get me help mia,
today the lord has sung.

*** not good i know but im slowly getting better ***