"Bulemia."

I'm sorry I can't feel a thing.
It's not my fault.
I swear I'm fine.
I'm sorry I can't stay alive.
It's not my fault.
I swear you're fine.

In this world,
We're dead,
We're gone.
Nothing is right.
All is wrong,
All is fair,
Give up yourself.
Give up your life.

I'm sorry I lied to you.
It's not my fault.
I swear I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I can't break apart.
It's not my fault.
I swear I'm not dead.

In this world,
We're dead,
We're gone.
Nothing is right.
All is wrong,
All is fair,
Give up yourself.
Give up your life.

Your voice,
it burns inside of me.
Down my throat,
and into my chest.
I'm throwing up,
everything I loved.
I'm getting back,
at you for your truth.

I'm sorry I can't feel a thing.
It's not my fault.
I swear I'm fine.
I'm sorry I can't stay alive.
It's not my fault.
I swear you're fine.

In this world,
We're dead,
We're gone.
Nothing is right.
All is wrong,
All is fair,
Give up yourself.
Give up your life.

*Bulimia.

It's good, Zach.

Originally posted by ksurfur
*Bulimia.

It's good, Zach.

nono.

It's spelled wrong on purpose.

I didn't want to use the acctual disease name, too many people would get "offended". So I just misspelled it, to sort of signify a difference....if that makes sense.

Ohhh...yes, it makes sense. I like the symbolism.

:)

awesome poem...really deep

pssstt....tightjeans, it's a song, not a poem

good song though zach, another wonderful piece of art...

I loved it.