In the black-eyed fever
of the jagged night,
Spurned by the moon,
stabbed by the light,
Too twisted to think,
too ragged to sleep,
I lie broken in half,
unable to mend myself;

In the dead vacuum,
i feel much betrayed,
I feel quite frail,
i make vain excuses,
I rail against life,
but all to no avail;

In the razor dark,
flopping in anguish
On my bed,
only one small fact sits
Crystal clear;

In my moment of fear,
In my moment of pain,
When I needed it most,
HOPE LET ME DOWN--
Just like a soft slimy slug,
It slithered out of my sight.

itsjustme----again and again. sry.

This is what I feel about eating. What I have done and doing right now. What it does to me and what it will continue to do.