A tight feeling in my stomach,
Tears still trickling down my face,
Reddened cheeks and scarred knuckles.
But it's all gone now
So I'll be safe,
From the hell that dwells inside,
From the hell that nature makde compulsory.
A sore throat,
But a feeling of relief.
Stomchs could churn at the sight of
What I've just done,
But it's normality
For me.
And it's all gone now.
Flushed away, and replaced,
With pure clear water.
Wiht pure clear dreams
Of being thin again...
Without the nightmare. |
