Why in this life am I dealt with such pain?
Some days i feel like I'm going insane,
What from this life could I possibly gain?
Why is it so many tear drops fall?
I sometimes feel but two inches tall,
Not wanting to walk, but merely to crawl.
I push my pain down,
It disappears with each bite,
Then I erase all my sorrow,
As I throw it up right.
I sometimes want to disappear in the mist,
Crying, then falling, while clenching my fists,
How can one shower bring so much pain, and yet so much relief,
Why is it i must suffer physically to dispense emotional grief,
This is what bulimia brings,
Bruised battered fists,
A burning throat that stings.
But relief of my aches, my grief, and my fears,
It's the simplest way of crying all my tears,
As i continue to hide all my pain for these years.
I'm so confused, so misunderstood,
I wish i could, would, should,
