Dizzy head and spinning room
Crowded thoughts
I can't think straight.
Heavy breathing
Rivers on pale faces.
Let me fade away.
Empty stomach
I want to be empty.
For there is already too much of me.
"Please eat"
I lay in bed and sleep.
Hoping my problems will be gone when I wake up.
Hoping, not to wake up.
I sit up.
Clutch my head in my hands.
The room spins.
My vision blurs
The tears come again.
Pulling viciously at my hair.
Plunging my head into the blankets.
That are now soaked with tears.
"Please eat"
Weak voice
Shaking hands
Buckling knees
Let me be empty
Watching me eat.
Forcing me
Let me be empty.
"Please eat"
There's too much of me.
"What have you eaten today?"
Let me be empty.
