My Bulimia.

I am not going to go into depth about my whole Eating Disorder background, I'd rather not. It's just that my Bulimia seems to be slowly returning. At least it seems that way today, I just decided to go throw up, and I did it. I don't know why... It seems like it was just bound to happen, or like it's the right thing to do. But I won't let this consume me. I am beginning to think that I just may be stronger than this demon. Stronger than those voices in my head, and stronger than those disorted images that I gaze at through the mirror.

Bulimia

This familar demon returns

I hear it snicker in my ear as I analyze my thoughts

Why must you return now? I've been doing fine without you.

Bulimia, it's back, such a familar monster

A love and hate relationship

I stick my fingers down my throat

Confusion swims through my mind

Bulimia, seems to want me back.