"Can I tell you a secret?"

A secret it was

held to my lips,

not just because.

Scared that they would tell

force me to quit

Tell me it's not healthy

to do what I've done.

"Alright."

Is it really? Is it really okay?

what I do do my body,

day after day?

Though you say you want to hear

are you truly ready?

To hear of the gore

and brutality

That I put on myself

through my strict diet

that allows nothing,

and keeps me quite quiet?

Are you truly ready to hear of the tale

of what happens between lies

between seperate fails

Take in a deep breath

it could be my last

at my weight, who knows?

Its not healthy to fast.

Pulled off the sweater

and opened my eyes

Watched as you immediately

figured my lies.

It fell rather quiet

before I finally spoke

after what seemed like a while

the words; carefully spoken

chosen

with deep pride

as I swore off the lies,

Told her the ugly truth

If I may,

"I haven't eaten in three days."