It's 3 am,
And I'm dry heaving,
My stomach hurts,
And I can't breathe.
There's vomit on my lips,
And Tears dripping down my face,
It's just another binging day.
I'd never felt beautiful before,
I couldn't even holding my goddamn food down,
Because of the demons i chose,
Who dragged me into the ground.
My lunch remained on the floor,
And my demons ate me alive,
I never chose myself,
Because I'd rather suffer for the size and shape of my thighs,
And because of it,