The pain strikes again,
Bringing that sweet sense of nothing,
The emptiness brings me my zen,
Nothing compares to this bitter-sweet aching.

I try to stop, but she pulls me back in,
She promises perfection and love and everything I want,
She makes sure I make my daily weigh-in,
Someday she will make me confident.

I grew weak, I gave in to temptation,
I couldn't stop, I needed more,
My body revolts against this self starvation,
But soon she takes over, I feel the pain within my core.

She shoves her fingers down my throat,
Once again forgiving me for betraying her,
She rids me of all my worries, she gives me my antidote,
Every thought becomes a blissful blur.