December 12, 2010
My stomach used to scream,
when i refused to eat.
Now i guess it's used
to the denial of meat.

The number on the scale
weighing down my soul.
Brainwashing me
into thinking I am full.

Telling me I'm fat,
when I look in the mirror.
Not being good enough,
the ever growing fear.

How can I ever be
with expectations so high?
Losing water weight
with my constant inner cry.

Become a walking corpse.
Blank mind, pale face.
Feeling so massive
in the too little space.

Won't allow help.
Don't want a hero.
So when does it end?
when the number reaches zero?

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