I move my fork
Around my plate
Whatever I eat
All has the same fate
It'll come up
Three times a day
As I get thinner
The fat will go away
I tried the diets
I tried the pills
This is the last way
Thought it makes me ill
I'm stick thin now
With a constant rumble
I thought I'd be happy
But my body's starting to crumble
I'm frail and I'm weak
And I've been sent to bed
The doctor says stop
Or I'm going to be dead
But I can't stop
I don't have the power
I'm addicted to it
I'm a dying flower
Author notes
Written December 4th, 2005
A contest entry
- okay my last contest was kinda a flop so heres a new one.. by KissMyEyes.
564 points, ended December 5, 2005, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow... an introspective look into a dissorder that there is rather little about when you look at the scope. Nice write, kudos on the creativity of it.
KP -
aww this is awesome yet so sad...good luck..
<3
Sara
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