Tortuga
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There goes another meal,
She had only tasted,
Just to come back up again,
All this food was wasted.
Trying not to eat,
And pushing food away,
Every time she breaks,
She’ll be the one to pay.
Head still in the toilet,
She can’t stand the smell,
Teary eyed and shaking,
This is her living hell.
She can’t be proud,
Even though she knows,
This will keep her skinny,
This torture’s what she chose.
She’ll always be stuck,
Even if she eats,
The starvation can be stopped,
But bulimia still repeats.
She had only tasted,
Just to come back up again,
All this food was wasted.
Trying not to eat,
And pushing food away,
Every time she breaks,
She’ll be the one to pay.
Head still in the toilet,
She can’t stand the smell,
Teary eyed and shaking,
This is her living hell.
She can’t be proud,
Even though she knows,
This will keep her skinny,
This torture’s what she chose.
She’ll always be stuck,
Even if she eats,
The starvation can be stopped,
But bulimia still repeats.