Pass The Body Dysmorphia, Please!

Each night i get on that scale I swear the numbers never change I try so hard they just stay the same & my clothes get bigger by the day It's just a bigger hiding space My insecurities always find me It's a war i'll never win It's been raging my whole life Cause when you're body dysmorphic You'd rather hide than fight Some nights it gets hard to tell If it's a way to loose weight Or a way to punish myself & i know it could kill me one day But it's really not so bad It's not so bad once you get past the taste (I'm spiting food angels) But its something you can't outrun You will never escape The pain hurts so much worse When you wake up to it attached to your waste Now i'm breathing listerine So no one suspects a thing I want to carve out my stummy I want to be anyone but me I will tell myself i'll get better But i now i won't I will never stop punishing myself On your behalf