Bulimia heartache

Another day, another broken promise

my beloved worst enemy comes to visit again 

ridding my body of nutrients 

whispering evil to my brain

People get sick, people die

but my disease is secret 

too shameful to share but too powerful to ignore

I’m caged in a double life and resent those who are free

when will my turn be?

Please Lord, let my body digest again 

teach me a life of truth

carve me a brighter path

pull me out of this pattern

so I can breathe once more

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