Black and white pictures
flash,
through my mind
of who I used to be.
As I continue my routine
toilet -- scales --
toilet -- scales.
The only person I can talk to
the mirror,
Also is the enemy.
Watching, staring as I treat my illness.
My own way.
Remedy is a strange word.
Cured?
How did you get that idea?
I'm just better at lying.
Emotions dicing me in all directions
along my veins.
As I add to my addiction
the way you do yours.
But everyone ignores the fact your killing yourself.
Black and white pictures
flash,
through my mind
of who you used to be.
A time when I didn't avoid you.
That seems so long ago now.
Author notes
4-pick a freewrite topic.
-cutting
-pain
-suicide
-Eating disorder
-loneliness
-Addiction - mine and anothers who affects me (about my dad at the end)
A contest entry
- ♥ Broken Hearts ♥ (A Contest For My Birthday) by Bruised.Roses.
450 points, ended April 16, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh, wow.
I loved the title because it hardly gave any hint of what was to come. Very nice poem. "As I add to my addiction
the way you do yours." I liked this line a lot. I see now that you were referring to a specific person, but it was almost like you had come out of the poem and were speaking to me and everyone reading it!
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LOL- I read the title as 'lets add some muchroom to the monochrome
The ending is nice- it feels exhausted, as though the whole poem was some form of purging.
I changed me name back-- from staggered space. You should change your page
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AHHHHH
really bright
This was really well writtena dn something I can really relate to, I had ED and was an addict...as well both of my parents are too...so
and great write....
you have talent...keep writting and good luck...
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thanks hun im glad you like it x
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