I can’t control who comes in and out of my life
but I can control what comes in and out of my body. This poem is about bulimia.
It´s not about me wana be pretty
It´s about I fucking want control
This sickness has it´s advantages
But it also takes its toll
Down on my knees caressing the porcelain
Like balls of fire I spew out blood
If I can control my body than just maibe
I can take control
Just maibe
I can cleanse my soul.
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