I could feel myself fading away

As I bit into the piece of cake

All because I was not strong enough to say no

I debated and contemplated until my stomach had the last word

"Just eat the damn cake" it said

And as I ate, all I could think of was the bathroom

The porecelain chamber that would have its first meal of the day

The first of many

I can control it, at least that's what the doctoes say 

But they don't know the struggle

They don't know how food makes me feel

So as I are the cake, all I could think of was how I would see it again

How I would taste it again

How I would hate myself again

But I can control it, right?