Demons speak inside my head. It's always bad when I lie in bed.
At night they come, making me feel so numb.
They tell me a sickness runs in my vein I no longer am sane.
When dawn comes they are gone but never for long.
Durring the day I stray away from temping food that could ruin my mood.
Skin and bones stare back at me
Deep inside my stomach moans, and groans.
With another step on the scale the demons refuse to bail.
Bruises cover my hips, but this secrete will never leave my lips.
My brain is forced to ignore the pain.
This smell of food is flaunted but my demons they keep me haunted.
Demons tell me to be thin but this act is a sin.
Skin continues to be pale, my bones become more frail.
Throat is burning with feelings of yearning.
Tears stream But the demons continue to scream.
Trapped inside my own head. Chained to my bed.
Searching for relief but my demons never cease.
Disbelief how did it get here? never look in the mirror.
Always measure but never the feeling of pleasure.
It's just another number but demons tell me back to bed it's time to slumber.
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