Up and Away

The room is silent, My friends are asleep Down the drain, I see the food go Just in time for the guilt inside to grow I just threw up and away the food The food, that millions can’t get I tread slowly to my bed Weak in both mind and body A jubilant turmoil keeps me up, until six Every part of me tired, with sorrow and regret Except for that small twisted part that smirks As I start for work, Not to pay for the food that I eat, But vomit at three, every night. How can something make you glad and sad at the same time? Why do I do this thing that I do? Well, I am messed up enough To purge myself, just to write my dirge.