Bulimia

Thu, 07/04/2013 - 18:42 -- swinter

The regression lies here

Over the black tile floor

The relapse lies here

Begging for more

Too late to go away

But I might stop for you

Throat hurts a million stings

Eyes burn and ears ring

Got me down on my knees

I don’t have anything

Rid me of everything

But I sit here

Begging for more

Too late to go away

I couldn’t even stop for you

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