Bulimia

Craving control,
I drop to my knees
and shamefully hang my head
over the unforgiving porcelain.
Along with food
come the more important
fear
anger
pain
I can continue until I bleed
but still, I will never be able
to purge the hate
that lives inside of me.
My foolish attempts
at perfection
only increase this insanity
until it consumes me.

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