The first time I tried to cut myself,
It didn't work.
My hands shook,
I couldn't hold the blade steady,
And I barely bled.
Practice makes perfect.
I learned to do it right.
((It gets easier && easier to hide
And easier && easier to lie.))
When she first stopped eating,
She wasn't sure she could do it.
She didn't become a vegan
Because she cared about the animals,
She did it so there were less foods she could eat.
We all would have caught on
If she wasn't so damn good at it.
((It gets easier && easier to hide
And easier && easier to lie.))
We go on pretending,
And every time we swear it's just for one more night.
Even when people ask questions
Like, "Have you noticed that Chrissy hasn't been eating much?"
Keep your dirty little secrets
And keep your pretty little mouth shut.
That's the way things go here.
((Suddenly it's harder && harder to hide
And harder && harder to lie
[And harder && harder to breathe.]))
Go back to laughing and gossiping
Like nothing's wrong.
We put the "fun" in dys"fun"ctional.
Please let me pretend for one more night.
{Every time we swear it's just for one more night.}
It didn't work.
My hands shook,
I couldn't hold the blade steady,
And I barely bled.
Practice makes perfect.
I learned to do it right.
((It gets easier && easier to hide
And easier && easier to lie.))
When she first stopped eating,
She wasn't sure she could do it.
She didn't become a vegan
Because she cared about the animals,
She did it so there were less foods she could eat.
We all would have caught on
If she wasn't so damn good at it.
((It gets easier && easier to hide
And easier && easier to lie.))
We go on pretending,
And every time we swear it's just for one more night.
Even when people ask questions
Like, "Have you noticed that Chrissy hasn't been eating much?"
Keep your dirty little secrets
And keep your pretty little mouth shut.
That's the way things go here.
((Suddenly it's harder && harder to hide
And harder && harder to lie
[And harder && harder to breathe.]))
Go back to laughing and gossiping
Like nothing's wrong.
We put the "fun" in dys"fun"ctional.
Please let me pretend for one more night.
{Every time we swear it's just for one more night.}
Author notes
Option # 15) "Around here, we put the FUN in dysFUNctional."
So I saw this contest. And I decided I wanted to enter it. I went and wrote a poem for it. Then, I came back to post it, and I could not find this contest to save my life. So then I spent about 20 minutes looking for it.
And yes, now I realize that using the search thingy would have been a good idea to start with...
~Sinabelle
A contest entry
- Lots of points....options. by Luckintheshadows.
1092 points, ended June 6, 2008, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WOW!!! this is a fantastic write! Your take on the prompt is excellent, and the stark truth in your words is gut-wrenching, especially as I can relate so well to this poem (My sister self-harmed for a long time, she was also anorexic/bulimic..fortunately she's recovering well now)....
Thank you so much for this, and for entering my contest.
Luck.

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This is a great poem! I love the emotion in this, it comes through really well! I also like the way you punctuated it, with that "()", "[]" and "{}" - that made it powerful. This is really relatable and it's a great poem. Society sucks that way, doesn't it? Wow. Anyways, great job and keep writing!




