Stuck in side a prision, I cannot wish away,
I'm getting more insane day by day.
Stuck inside a world, A creation of my own,
Nobody there but me, I feel so alone.
Stuck with a life i hate,
People tell me not to, but apperciate.
But these people don't know, They don't have a clue,
And neither do you.
For out of this body is what i want,
I need to be disapined, I nned to be taught.
Why is it that I am over weight?
And the only way to be skinny, to be happy,
Is to throw up what I ate?
There might be other ways for you,
But for me, this is the way it has to be.
I eat when I hunger,
Then throw up and wonder,
Why it has to be me?
It feels like I am the only one,
Who knows how this adiction begun.
To want, to need, it feels my stomich is on speed.
It's better then drinking,
It's better then drugs,
It's better then cutting,
Especially sine this is what must be done.
One day I'll be the bell of the ball,
I will be the the prettest of them all.
Until that day,
Which I hope is soon,
I'll throw up what I ate,
Maybe then, I can get a date.
 
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