Woe is Me...
The pain I feel from the gluttony of my own heart haunts me day and night.
Why am I tempted this way, why do I feel helpless and out of control.
Can you see the pit I've fallen into, it's deep and wide yet still I try to hide it.
Sometimes people get glimpses as they see the pain in my eyes,
And they say words that show they can see the emptiness.
They have no idea of the vastness of the hole,
And they know not its origin.
They can't see that I restricted myself in such a way that made food so, so pleasureful.
They don't know how much weight I lost as I played games with God.
They have'nt read the pages of my diary, describing the mess I've made, and I don't want them to.
Why am I tempted this way, why do I feel helpless and out of control.
Can you see the pit I've fallen into, it's deep and wide yet still I try to hide it.
Sometimes people get glimpses as they see the pain in my eyes,
And they say words that show they can see the emptiness.
They have no idea of the vastness of the hole,
And they know not its origin.
They can't see that I restricted myself in such a way that made food so, so pleasureful.
They don't know how much weight I lost as I played games with God.
They have'nt read the pages of my diary, describing the mess I've made, and I don't want them to.