Here's my drop...first actual topical battle because last one was a no-show so uhm, here goes nothing...
Bulimia
All alone in this cold cruel world,desperately searching for affection
Left behind to fight my own battles,slowly going in the wrong direction
Fridge became my final escape out of this never-ending cycle of pain
Feel blood pumping in my vein,not caring about all the weight i gain
Rush of adrenaline makes me revive,strive for this moment of control
Life in my own hands but no one understands these issues deep in my soul
Suddenly my views change,totally deranged by the girl staring back at me
Body suffering of this torturing martyrdom, deeply shocked by what i see
The mirror, a severe struggle, a perpetual combat i fight every day
Instead of perfection, an agonizing reflection i attempt to chase away
Eternal scrimmage due to a deceitful image, a sense of being inferior
Seek to evade the false masquerade, condemn who i am on the exterior
Urge to get out of this fallacious cocoon, and so i start to purge
Hanging over the sink, patiently waiting for the old me to emerge
It's my dirty little secret, transformed from a student to magician
Master my disappearing act, impossible to see i'm in a bad condition
It's my revenge on the world but the only hostage is me, myself and i
A thin line between love and hate like balancing on trapeze in the sky
Who can guarantee i will ever break free out of this trap of debris?
Will the grand finale be a ressurrection of the girl i used to be?
DQ