Eating makes me gag,
makes me barf in a paper bag.
No food for lunch,
or supper, breakfast or brunch
no midday snacks.
Ir only looking at the facts
food means gaining weight,
which is something that I hate
I say I’m fat, just look at the rolls.
My stomachs flat, anorexia has many deadly tolls.
there are no rolls anywhere
I’m so thin and bones poke everywhere
yet I cant understand
that its wrong, the size of my waist band
I’m getting so frail
I’m looking so pale
I barf after every meal
this is not a night mare, my pain is real
bulimia, anorexia
all for one girl they bring paranoia
and now I’m alone
and no ones home
I step onto the scale
I hope my goal of 90 pounds I wont fail.
I read the numbers: 87
Yes I yell, I must be in heaven.
