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"They say that I need help 
But all I see is I'm okay" 

This might just be my last meal
And I'd be chewing to my grave
Or better yet I'd be eating the rope,
The rope that I've been hanging on
Since I spiralled down this eating lane 

It started all so innocent
From being the guy who took much
To the one who never had a fill
Cause I was always getting a refill 
Even before the glass becomes half empty 

For I chose to view life differently 
Taking to food as a comfort
And I grew too big for comfort
Till the point I can barely do things for myself 
Getting by is hard this days 

At times I'd stick fingers down my throat 
To throw up a little so that I could eat more
Cause I loved the taste of food
And with it I found peace
Locking myself in as I get food delivered 

It's like once I start I can't stop
I just keep taking in some more
To a point that it hurts
But I'd still go on and on
Unless someone did restrain me 

And it's hard to get any help
For people pointing fingers it's my fault
And to a point I know I could have done a thing
I just couldn't, too hard to tell myself no
But I know I really need help 

The PO£T

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