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Envy fills me everytime I see pain
I want to cut again and again
I want to bleed out into the floor
I want mother to see as she walks through the door
But she will never see
The pain she has caused me

I am filled with disgust
Everytime I eat
This small meal is something I must not digest
I'll purge every bit till I can't stay on my feet
But he will never see
The bulimic side of me

I can't help but cry
When I look in the mirror
If I were to die
Would anyone shed a tear
Would anyone finally see
The suffering I caused me