Old Friend

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Bulimia

Hello Old Friend, it's been a while

I thought you'd gone for good

Unstanced, I turned around

And in my way, you stood

 

I'd be lying if I were to say

That I never even missed you

But it was a happy break away

From all the mess you drag me through

 

I kinda knew you were knocking

I was ignoring you at all costs

But as I got weak and sicker

My control was at a loss

 

You had always been my crutch

My beloved hateful "frenemy"

Telling you to "get lost"

But keeping you so close to me

 

I fight and lose the war

Everytime you come back to play

It's the same thing as before

You take over day by day

 

"I'll let you in for just a bit;

But then you gotta go..."

And then you take a comfy seat

And make my mind your home

 

You promise lavish things to me

I've been through this all before

You lie, I hate you, but you're here

Taking more and more

 

No one knows you or what you do

You remain seen just to me

In my mind, taking over

Control is about to flee

 

You make me sick, you hurt me so

Please leave and don't come back

I know I need to just let go

But it's not as easy as all that

 

Just stay a bit then go away

I have to break this trend

Visit for just one more day

Then off you go, my friend

 

I try so hard to let you go

To push you out the door

But I love you too much to walk away

And I hate you even more

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Bulimia is a cycle of Hell and it's confusing whenever the cycle starts back up. You think you have control until it snatches you into its clutches and whirls you into another cycle. You love it. It's always been there for you. You hate it. It's slowly killing you. What's it matter anyway?

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