I pretend that I\'m fine,
but I\'m dying on the inside.
It\'s like everything falling down,
With no way out.
I stare at the plate,
Knowing the next step must be take.
With every bite, a tear falls,
but I know I\'ll just throw it all up.
I think about healthier ways to manage
but it doesn\'t work, not the way I planned.
It\'s hard to keep the food down,
so I look for easier ways to get it all out.