She has a story to tell
It's written on her wrists
About her hell
The temptations she must resist
Every morsel she swallows
Followed by haunting thoughts
Must rid myself of these demons
Over the toilet she gags and coughs
Looking in the mirror
Where is the perfection?
It wasn't enough
So she adds to her collection of cuts
She's working to achieve
An unachievable beauty
A collection of rags
A Strike dead complexion
Her life is falling around her
Food is her biggest enemy
She must avoid it at all costs
Fear keeps her going
The scale reads lower
Her collection of cuts grow
Her image of beauty
What she will never achieve
Scars she finds her little reminders
Bones she longs to see
She can't see shes already perfect
She can't see how disturbing she's becoming
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wow,
i struggle with cutting and bulimia,so naturally I relate to this poem on many different levels.certain parts could have had better words and could have been more powerful,also im pretty sure that maybe if you were to extend the stanzas a bit you might be able to give the reader a bit more emotion.this poem was still pretty personal,and i think the real feeling of it helps it,good job and dont stop writing. -
this poem is awsome, every line was intense, i LOVED it!
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Wow, this is a very powerful piece. Great work.
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thank you! im never to proud of what i write so thank u ^_^
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