Purge Poem by Corey Culler

Looking this good, comes at a price,
(sanity, my sacrifice)
hours and hours, spent on reflection,
(giving myself a thorough inspection)
I'm slowly drowning, in this pool,
(of constant anxiety, being a fool)
waiting for the weigh-in, the need to double-check,
(my state of mind, a constant wreck)

So now I!

Purge it right out, right into the ground,
(this is the curse to which I'm bound)
Feeling the night air, the biting cold,
(reminds me of how my body feels old)
malnutrition and hunger giving in,
(it's so hard just being thin)

Trying to fake it, the urge to eat,
(I'll just avoid it, through lies and deceit)
the blackouts caused by days of neglect,
(obsession with form, my only defect)
Feeling the need, the need to feed,
(why must I do this deed)
the hate I constantly feel,
reminds me of my own hell

So now I!

Purge it right out, right into the ground,
(this is the curse to which I'm bound)
Feeling the night air, the biting cold,
(reminds me of how my body feels old)
malnutrition and hunger giving in,
(it's so hard just being thin)

So now I!

Purge it right out, right into the ground,
(this is the curse to which I'm bound)
Feeling the night air, the biting cold,
(reminds me of how my body feels old)
malnutrition and hunger giving in,
(it's so hard just being thin)