bulimia nervosa

Water runs down her troath
Finding its way to empty space
With an seeming endless wave
She crawls and screams in pain

Water runs up her troath
Hiding food in its embrace
Ends way down the sewer
it leaves the girl amazed

Water keeps her now alive
puts a proud smile on her face
gives her faith to lose the weight
She can’t see that its just a chase

Water makes death come closer
In her eyes she sees the trace
Of her body dying slowly
gives the mirror her last gaze