Not many understand but I want them to
I want them to know
How you make me feel
Restricting
Bingeing
Purging
Counting
Please understand what I'm going through
I want to talk
And you to listen
You are my best friend
But you make me feel this way
Why me?

I pretend sometimes
to be happy
it's very tiring
sometimes I don't try
a real smile
upon my face
happy thoughts in my mind
excited for the day
to be alive
no more pretending.

You sleep as I kneel
over the toilet
Letting everything out
I need to be empty
Empty is pure
Pure is good
You eat as I restrict myself
You don't know

You and I are miles apart
Passed thousands of streams
Down thousands of streets
Despite the difference
My heart always finds yours
My heart only belongs to you
and only you
I love you