No matter what turn
Where I look or want to feel
Can't get out
Invisible bars blocking me
From a life of freedom
I live in seclusion
Want to break these ties
That bend my existence
Reality feathers into dust
Twirling into circles...
Never a chance to break
A cycle ready to be my soul
Unless I find a solution
Be it o'ding or some
Other eventful way
I will never be free
From the fears of living
In the unknown bleak world
-Mar 31'98
starts and ends with 'a'
should I reveal to all
what possesses me
to do the things I do
maybe if it was unlocked
I could share it with whoever
wants the same identity
but I only want it to be
my identity and noone else's
Anorexia...that's all I care
to nourish until my
wishes come true
happiness is what I want
maybe this is the key
to be able to feel anything
but loneliness, confusion,
mad thoughts about suicide
Anorexia's friend Bulimia
may join my soul if I
want so desperately
to go over the edge
the power I need and want
after a fatal mistake of
uncontrol
An empty feeling of
accomplishment
ready to be there when I
need Bulimia for
causes unknown
the trick of Bulimia
is to know that it's there
if there's no way out
to be confident it'll finally
work with wonders
My best friends
sometimes my worst enemies
are together in a package
ready to take over my soul
Anorexia...
Bulimia
-Mar 31'98