Looking in the mirror, I hate the reflection I see,
Starvation is what it has to be, fighting the hunger pains was hard at first
But know they don't come, sometimes I can't resist and go on a binge,
The guilt of knowing what I consumed makes me sick I slide my fingers down my throat
And start to puke, over and over again until there is nothing left then finally that feeling of emptiness, knowing there's nothing left, I step on the scales the numbers have gone down.
Not enough though, there's still so many kilos to go, counting the calories, taking handfuls or laxatives, seeing results but there not good enough, it's taken control, standing over the that toilet bowl after each meal not eating for days and just drinking water, feeling faint, it's not scary anymore, this eating disorder is apart of me.
