After you force out all your food.
Hands damp & cut. Throat soar. But even worse…
When you’ve done it so much lately
And your heart pounds.
Not like seeing you crush pound, but fucking pound pound.
To where you’re scared to even move.
Anxiety is up to ten thousand beats per second.
You might be passing out any second now.
Why do I live for this feeling?
Why is this normal to me?