I can't be bulimic, I'm in control.

I'm fine, I swear. I just need help. A lot of help. So I just binged and purged for the millionth time but seriously, I'm in control. No, I'm not. I'm lying and I'm dying. If I keep going on this way I'm going to die and maybe I want to if nothing changes. I'm selfish, I'm hopeless, I'm hungry and USELESS. The sad part is, had I not been so damn lazy and had gone to XC practice, this would have never happened. I was on youtube and I came across a certain song that stuck out. A lot. One certain line really tugged on my heart strings: "Fasting, Stop trying, Not eating, Then dying." This pretty much describes me. I'm about to break and go to a point of no return if someone does not soon save me from myself. But no one cares enough to save me from me. For me depression has but one cure, and no one's here to keep me from saving myself. I need help. I'm screaming out for help. Why does no one come to help?! I'm finally ready to open up and no one's here. I'm yet again alone. I wish I were as dead as feel. Save me, please.

~Lindsey