Bulimia
All I hear
Is the rush of blood
My heartbeat in my ear
All I know
Is so much fear
I have truly let myself go.
as I knelt above
The portal to hell
And emptied out my sins
I thought about this evil game
And I realized
No one wins.
The golden trophy
Is temporary
Overshadowed by tears
Overshadowed by the dissonance
Of the choking and my heart beat
That roars to life
The strongest
At the time when I feel the most dead.
How can I go on
When I feel the symptoms of ending
My head I am clutching
My back I am bending
I will never want to finish this life
I know I have so much to live for
But when I pour out my penance
I am digging in the knife
As hard as my knees dig into the floor
I feel my teeth grow softer
My throat is always sore
But I will never be without a smile
When I open that thick wooden door
I get scared when my chest aches
And I can't focus on anything
I am terrified when my heart pounds
And WHOOSH my ears, they ring
But I am fighting the devil
And raising my hands to The Lord.
I've hit the ground hard, this cold tile hell
But I cannot seem to sever the cord
God if you are listening
Close this swirling hole
Inside my heart
Inside my mind
Inside this evil bowl
God if you can hear me
Calm the rush in my ear
So I can leave
Satan's side
And go to you
Or find you here.
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