The easiest way out

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.