Bulimia

Mia I hate to love you.

You fit me better than my favorite sweater.

I thought you would make me feel better 

Binge the purge.

Now my throat hurts

I need to feel empty to feel complete

I need to feel skinny for I am not pretty 

But as they say, pretty hurts 

so whats the worse 

I cant look in the mirror without crying 

Mia realize tht i am tryinng

I try to impress you but you're never pleased

mia please relase me

They say im not sick enough to get help but what they dont know is im living in hell

overweight but you've been here for many years.

WIll soeone heal these tears

My body is in pain wil some one please explain

Doctor doctor listen to me 

HELP ME PLEASE

Will someone hear my cries

counting calories just to spit it out of me. 

I even have a special app for you 

I never log though because im ashamed

who's to blame 

is it my mother or is it, my brother?

mia how did we gt this far 

voices in my head tell me jokes about you 

but they never tell me to recover

am i a bother or a burden no im both

its getting to the part where its way to hard 

WILL SOMEONE HIT ME WITh A CAR

this fat pig just wants to be happy. 

I wanna feel my ribs I wanna feel m hips.

Collar bones and all I won't stop till it's my last call

why even bother I'll never get hotter.I'll never love anyone as much as you

secretly spitting my food out into tissue 

mia i will always be with you