Deadly Obsession
Spring 1997
I promised you I’d quit
but why am I back to it?
Dying, crying, trying to stop
but I can’t.
My fingers are forced down my throat
I’m gagging and I start to choke
on my sobs
My skin is red
I’m so dizzy I don’t know
what I said
Just purging and purging for
the voice in my head
See that girl in the mirror
she looks different, maybe thinner
she looks like she losing
out to her dreams