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With every bite of food I intake,

I don't feel that being full is right-

So I vomit until there's nothing there;

Don't want anything to digest,

Don't want anything in my stomach.

I don't feel hungry or pain of emptiness-

I'm so numbed by my depression;

I feel nothing-I'm not hungry.

Hunger is not appropriate for my age-

Anorexia nervosa is my target for dying;

Anorexia nervosa is what I'd rather have.

As my stomach rumbles, I ignore it;

It is jsut trying to get my attention-

I don't think it's appropriate to have

A growly stomach-so I just let it go.

Instead of thinking about healthy eating,

I focus my attention on more important stuff

And ignore the low and high pitch

Of my growly stomach. My intentions

Are to get a majour eating disorder-

If I eat, I suffer the consequences

Of making myself vomit until acid comes;

I will never allow food to digest-

I will always make it come up-

Bulimic as it is, I continue to vomit

All of the stuff in my body out,

Until I can feel emptiness by the dozen.

Emptiness is the most wonderful

Feeling I've felt since it became

The subject of my way of suicide;

I never tell anyone I need to vomit-

I just go off and vomit-bulimlc

Eating disroder showing slowly to develope

Inside of me-I don't use the bulimic

Way of getting a true eating disorder.

I start starving myself of nutrients

I need in order to live here;

Wilting slowly away into shock from

The eatiing disorder I'm slowly

Developing. Starving myself even further,

I now weigh 102-I don't care;

I continue to starve myself for the

Whole time, ignoring the growl of

My stomach; then I start the process

Of bulimic again-this time without

Eating. I vomit so much that the

Digestive acid in my stomach starts

Coming up with the water; I don't care-

I never eat anyway, I just excercise

A lot everyday and I don't eat

All the meals of the day-I

Just vomit and starve myself until

I now weigh 83. I don't care

Because I'm still not really thin-

I need to be thin enough so I

Would call myself lightweight.

The eating disorder sets in,

My mind racing with suicidal thoughts-

I now weigh 65, and I finally decide

To keep that way until someone cares;

I now have anorexia nervosa-

Dying in this life-my eating disorder

Killed me off slowly and now

Everyone will not know what happened,

Until it was confirmed anorexia nervosa.