SWEDAUK, for pro-recovery  help & support around anorexia & bulimia nervosa and compulsive (binge) eating in Somerset, England
Somerset and Wessex Eating Disorders Association
"Serving those affected by eating disorders"
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MIDNIGHT MILK

A click in the darkness as she hangs up the phone
Lost in this numb world, I falter alone
Stumble over the shadows as I leave the room
These unfocusing eyes can't see through the gloom
The night is a heavy weight, it seeps under the door
Once they've tasted your blood, they always want more
Uncertainty is the tie that binds us to here -
We move but a little; we are frozen with fear.

The words reverb in my head, like an ancient steel drum
Echoing through the empty shell of what I've become
Tiny shards from my glass heart have shattered inside
They reflect in the darkness - I have nowhere to hide
Why do I lay here? I am violated by her lies
Untruth is the rapist that stalks summer skies
I cry out with hatred, my soul sobs with pain
How can I stand this, again and again?

Feeling weak and unsteady, I shake as I stand
Sick from uncaring words, and a slap of the hand
Children need peace, warmth, safety and love
But she throws me to vultures, there is no white dove.
At school, they would give us sweetened milk at night
To soothe down our senses when we woke with a fright
So now, all alone, with nothing else left,
I drink milk from the carton; there is none at the breast.


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