"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."
