Everyday

Everyday I wake up
And go to get my tape measrurer
That coils around my waist
To tell me how good or bad I am
And then I go to the kitchen
Inspecting the fridge
Because I need something
And this is all that I really have
So I go to the bathroom afterwards
And turn on the faucet
Because I don't want anyone to hear
The sound of me as I vomit
And then I'm in a fog for the rest of the day
With no notion of what I'm doing
My limbs just carrying me through
But my limbs won't have to carry me tomorrow
Because I won't have anything left to do
Because the fog will disappear
And there won't be any sound of me at all
And I won't have to hide anything anymore
Because I won't need to vomit anymore
Because I'll have everything I need
And I'll be in the place I need to be
Free from all the restrictions
Created by my own hell
Because I'm never waking up again