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Hi, I’m great, how are you?

You look past my desolate eyes

But I can see right through

Your manipulative disguise



You don’t see I’m ill

Draining out my life

Don’t understand the thrill

I get behind the knife



I’m not as incompetent

As you make me out to be

All these secrets that I’ve kept

Somehow I have set free



You haven’t got a clue

How I lose my weight

You don’t know what I do

Once I clear my plate



And I don’t really care

If it disgusts you in the least

You are unaware

Of these secrets I release



You see my face get pale

My nails, a touch of blue

My kidneys will start to fail

But still you’ll have no clue



It was all I could control

So many years ago

It was all I could console

Now it’s all I know



I’m slowly killing myself

I’m aware of my mistake

But I don’t want the help

From these chains that I can’t break



It’s too natural now

I do it at least nine times a day

And I just don’t know how

I’d survive without it anyway



You think that I am weak

And I can feel it in the cold

Of this, I can not speak

But there’s so much to be told



Blood runs frigidly through my veins

And physically, I’m not strong

But I’ll stand up again

Somehow I’ll get along



Hurting and I don’t know why

My heart is broken again

With all the many tears I cry

I don’t know how it will mend



Stinging inside the rips and tears

My blood-drawn heart has shed

Screaming out my prayers

Aimlessly inside my head



My heart, distraught with pain

That has no ultimate source

Is fighting just to gain

That Supernatural force



The knife is my crutch

That crimson blade of steel

And with every single touch

My despair, it starts to heal



The food hurts to eat

But when I start to purge

It fulfills my needs

And comforts all my nerves



I don’t expect you to understand

But don’t take it away

It may put me in the sand

But it won’t put me there today



Just know that I don’t like

This fiend I so often re-create

I love to purge, I love the knife

But they’re the two things that I hate



I want to stop it, you see

But right now I am too weak

It’s slowly killing me

But it’s something I still need



I say I don’t want to cease

But read between the lines

This secret I now release

Was once only mine



But you can’t see any of this

You’ve heard nothing that I’ve said

You just choose to dismiss

My pleas for help instead -