Today I saw someone sign a petition to save the amazon We need the trees to breathe; But what you may find hard to believe, Is sometimes the things we need to survive We don’t deserve to receive.
We must eat in order to function, In order to thrive But I flushed mine down the toilet Hoping I wouldn’t survive
Bulimia was never really about being skinny, More about giving up. It is constantly looking for justification To tell the world you don’t give a fuck.
It is not, for me any way, food my fingers force out But it is a futile effort to rid my body Of every sin, every pain and every self doubt.