Emetophobia [What I Dispose of...Is What I Dispose Of]

What I dispose of

Is what I dispose of

 

If it is gone

My eyes do not wish to see it again

 

If it has been swallowed

I do not want to see it again

 

What I dispose of

Is what I dispose of

 

If I toss and turn, awake in my bed

I do not wish it to be because of garbage

 

My mouth has so much dripping off my lips

It does not need your help

 

If I clentch my stomach

I do not wish it to be because of you

 

I would much rather cry tears of sadness

Then tears of exhaustion from midnight disposal

 

What I dispose of

Is what I dispose of

 

Sharp inclined breath

And to lurch foward, unannounced

 

To see my pathetic reflection in the water

Tired, but too tired to be hungry

 

Disposal

At inconvient hours

 

To miss the world

Due to this disposal

 

I tend to keep things inside me

If it's in, I dont want it out

 

Anxiety

Emetophobia

 

This fear

That controls my life

 

I fear just about everything

But disposal is the worst

 

I dispose of

What I dispose of

 

But sometimes

It comes back