Bulimia Nervosa

Binging takes the stress away Upping, Chucking, brings empty space Living and Slipping day by day In and Out I stick to my pace Making holes in the sack of my pit I kept my stupid smile on my face And placed the facade with my wit.

Never will anyone suspect Every-days and inferno hell Rolling, jiggling, feeling the dough Vacant empty black holes Oppressing the need, Sabotaging the voice Asking for too much was never-Enough