Eating Disorder
Matthew Tybor
Disease
I fell to sleep on my knees
I bit my tongue off in time for a brunch
Or a 4 course meal touch, just to bleed
But I won't let you down
In heat, I'm a cart in the corner
A benefit concert for eating disorders
But nothing has changed and yet nothing will stay the same
I won't let you down
Plant the seeds within the weeds
Plant the seeds
Disease
I fell to sleep on my needs
I missed your face from the moment I lied
From the first tear you cried
Now I'm begging and pleading but nothing is working
I bleed
I planted every last seed
I water daily but nothing is growing
There's no change worth showing
I've fallen apart, I've rolled up in the corner to die