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Binge (TRIGGER WARNING)

It's 2 am and my eyes are stinging,
I wish I wasn't here,
Doing this ;
Binging.

I hate my body,
And it makes me sick,
But no one can know that,
Not even my mom and dad.

I wish I wasn't like this,
Binging isn't a fashion statement,
Nor is it a gift.
It is a curse.

It's 2 am and my eyes are stinging,
I wish I wasn't here,
Doing this ;
Binging.

Binging makes you feel weak,
Vomit dripping down your chin.
It's not beautiful,
And it never will be.

I know that i am sick,
But no one can do anything.
Because this is a battle you must face on your own,

It's something you must do on your own,
Because you must win yourself back,
Because your body is supposed to be your own fucking home.

It's 2 am and my eyes are stinging,
I wish I wasn't here,
Doing this ;
Binging.

I wish i would've never done it,
Stuck my fingers down my throat,
And betrayed my body,
My fucking home.

If i could take it all back I would,
If i could stop myself,
I would.
From entering my own personal hell.

It's 2 am and my eyes are stinging,
I wish I wasn't here,
Doing this ;
Binging.

They say to love yourself no matter what,
And one day i hope i can accomplish this,
Because I don't wanna be the one girl who died,
With Vomit dripping down her chin.

It's 2 am and my eyes are stinging,
I wish I wasn't here,
Doing this ;
Binging.

I wish i would've never done it,
Stuck my fingers down my throat,
And betrayed my body,
My fucking home.

I wish I could take it all back,
I know i can beat this,
Because I don't want to be the one girl,
Who died,
With Vomit dripping down her throat.

Dedicated to myself.