Bulimia

Shove your finger down your throat
Watch yourself explode
As your insides turn against you
And come out
Watch them splatter in the sink
As your own guilt weighs upon you
Begs you to stop
But you ignore it's pleads
You're in too far to quit now
You've worked too hard to quit now
You're too close to being beautiful to quit now
This is the closest you have ever been
You can almost feel the victory within you
Soon others will finally see you,
Will finally know that you exist,
Will finally have to accept you as you are
But little do you know
That the finger that you use
Is the trigger to the gun
That ends you life