Irismoon3

Clip your hair back (don't want to get it dirty) Pull your shirt off (can't stain it) Lift the seat up (don't want to get throw up everywhere) Bend over at the waist (Hollywood has it all wrong) Stick your fingers down your throat (however many it takes, toothbrush may be needed) Wiggle your fingers if you need to (gag reflexes go away easily) Keep doing it (it doesn't all come up at once) Wipe your mouth and hands off Put your shirt back on Let your hair out Wipe your eyes and compose yourself Wash your hands Then Step back into the world and... Always Remember Everything is F. I. N. E.

"Make me beautiful." She says as she leans over the toilet. She pushes her finger down her throat. Down. Down. Down. Nothing. She can't throw up.   Her abused gag reflex no longer reacts. Panic sets in. All those Calories! Carbs! Fats! She must get them out! She adds another finger Finally! A small gag shows up. She pushes her fingers further. She throws up. "But", she thinks, "That's not all.  I'd eaten more than that". So she does it again. And Again. And Again. Finally there's nothing coming up. She collapses beside the toilet. "Done" She smiles, and whispers to herself. "Now, I will be beautiful."

She was happy today So she'd have you believe Her smile shined for all to see Dancing like they'd never leave. Lies. But after you went home And she was alone again She threw up her food And took a razor to her skin. Bleed. "Who could love this?" She asks as the grabs her skin "I have to be beautiful" She turns to her old friend. Slice. Kneeling before the toilet And trying not to cry She purges from her binge And done, release a sigh Puke. She knows this isn't good But she swears she's fine And she truly believes She can stop at any time. Will She?

Hope for somebody to notice Nobody does Invisible to the world Nobody cares Cut away your pain Nobody sees Scream out the hurt Nobody listens You are nobody

Some live in a fairy tale Where everything works out just fine many don't The real world is cruel And truth gets lost in time The things you see May not be the things that you need The strong will rule The weak will bleed The question is: Which will you be?

Smile and wave They cannot know The pain that you feel That you're ready to go But they don't have to worry You will not leave You're stronger than that And can beat this disease

Free as a bird It makes you feel The slice of a blade And the world is real Things had grown dull The edges had blurred But one drop of blood And now you feel heard You stand there in silence The cuts hid away Your smile is bright No-one will notice today Your smile is plastic You don't really feel The joy that you act, But you can know you can deal You don't need help Least you don't think so Even if you did Nobody knows So you don't tell You know you aren't heard But with the slice of a blade You're free as a bird.