Bed Of Roses

Every morning I have a desultory awakening
Small limped steps to the scales curling my fingers into my stomach hoping that if I gouged hard enough the unwanted lard would go away.

The uneasy feeling of betrayal mocks my every move as I stare into the mirror of justice
My lips cracked, my eyes puffed, my face.. pale
More tears start to fall as I look deeper and deeper, so hungry
Why don't I eat? Why can't I eat? Why won't I eat..
My stomach grumbles it's whimpering, crying begging me to feed it.

Stop this madness
Kill this sadness
End it all today..
Not until I am placed in a coffin with roses to accompany me while I decay.