My disease

I have this disease
And this is kind of hard to say
I’ve had it for a little while now
I do it each and every day

It’s eating up my insides
And getting me ready for death
I love the feeling I get
When I’m out of breath

The feeling that rushes through me
Feels so good
I feel so in control
Like I’m finally understood

I know that it’s bad
But I just can’t stop
I’m so addicted to it
If I didn’t then I think I would pop

It’s hard to describe what its like
When I’m leaning over the toilet bowl
Sticking my fingers down my throat
It’s kind of like for once I have a soul

I have cuts on my fingers
And now I throw up blood
No one even knows it
It’s my little secret that I love