It turns out that me not eating

has taken its toll on my health.

The doctors are worried about the amount

of ipecac in my body,

and demanded where I got the syrup.

I don't tell them.

No,

I mean I couldn't tell then.

My voice started cracking

and no sound would come out.

And as I try to speak,

my dad just stares at me,

sober for once.

He seems confused

with the amount of weight

I had lost within these past two months.

I, however,

have never felt more alive.

If I continue this,

it will be okay.

Because I'm fine

I'm fine

I'll certainly be fine.