"Time for supper!" my mother calls out to me
but all that runs through my mind is what there is to eat
I hope it won't taste gross I think inside my head
As I sit down at the table and reach for the buttered bread
I put the potatoes and carrots onto my plate
Reach over and grab a piece of steak
I pour some milk into my glass
Ask my mom for the silverware to pass
I eat my food oh so fast
Finish it all, feeling so vast
I go to my room, lay on my bed
Forgetting everything that they had said
I feel so sick, I want to do the deed
In my head, my brain does bleed
I get to my feet, walk to the door
All the while, my stomach feels so poor
Go to the bathroom, get onto my knees
Lower my head with such ease
I raise my finger, put it into my mouth
My gums as dry as a drought
The vomit comes out, hits the water
I stand up and flush the toilet, my head gets hotter
I walk to my room, close the door
Lay down on my bed as my tears begin to pour
My face drenched in tears, knowing what I have done
The food inside of me acting like a poison
Every single day, every single night
The thought of what it will do to me brings me so much fright
That addiction I've had for over two years
I eat the toxin and give myself cheers
It acts as alcohol, forces me to let myself go like I am
My life is all one big scam
But let me tell you, this is no fun ending every night like this
Thus the nightmare of being a bulimic.
