The stitching, that used to secretly seal my scars,

Has been severely severed, allowing drops of blood to emerge, and gracefully glow like smiling stars,

As my body viciously vomits up all of my feverish feelings and erratic emotions with joy,

Like fluffy, soft stuffing falling from a pretty plush toy,


I am empty and hollow,

With no one to follow,

Like a dead damaged tree trunk,

I have lost my liveliness and *****.


I re-stitch my seeping seams,

And start to think about my dramatic dreams,

When I place the sweet sugar trip,

I painfully purchased,

Underneath my top upper lip.


Instantly I feel high and alive,


As though a luminous light has been turned on inside of my mind,

Where the darkness is, I can no longer find,

Because the radiant rays are shining over the darkness, like the saffron sun,

Eliminating the sadness, so I can smile and have fun.


I feel like a carousel, frantically flying around and around.

Not wanting to ever hit the grisly ground.

Even though I know I will.


I don't give a ****.

I know I am,

Creating cavernous cavities and eroding my enamel inside my mouth,

It dissolves inside my bruised body, and tragically travels south,

Destroying my intestines, and adding inches to my waist,

As the numbers on the scale increase, so does my level of taste.


They tell me I could die,

But I think it's a lie.


I know I won't stop,

Because I would rather be filled to the top,

With crystallized candy, so I don't feel small,

Then be filled with nothing at all.