I no longer 'working title'

A soundless roar;
Sound off to the final fall,

She has swamped my bone,
We are hiding one last time,

I no longer want to be desired,
To have men only want me,
Then discard me when my body,
Has fulfilled their own obsessions.

I no longer wish to be touched,
To have oily hands measure my wrists,
Then stain my skin with food,
Never to feel clean till i haven't eaten.

I no longer want to listen,
To have them tell me its gone to far,
Then force feed me till i explode,
Never will i give in again.

I no longer desire fullness,
To have poison fill my soul,
Then empty out the swollen gut,
Never make me grow.

I no longer need to be helped,
To have others poke and stare,
Then held to answer that dreaded question,
' have you eaten today?'

They may ask their questions,
And expect a simple answer,
They may look at me and wonder,
But i will never tell.

They had their chance to save me,
But they chose to betray me,
Never listen to the things i said,
What happened in his bloody bed.

Now they can stand and watch,
Or they can turn away for good,
I don't care about an audience,
I am wasting away to be forgotten.

I will reveal myself when i am new,
Only bare substance on view,
No excuses hanging or fat dangling,
But honesty eating away at my lies.

I am ruled over by me,
I am in control, one word : body,
All that they see and all that they care,
My thoughts and dreams they'd never believe.

I cannot remember the day,
I looked into my bursting cupboard,
Then into my empty soul,
And the thought dawning on me,
I didn't need to eat