Try to make it,
Find happiness.
Water and a cigerette,
I slip into darkness.
Tiny voice scream at me,
Chains of hate bind.
Wonder if I'll ever be free,
Or if I'll battle for all time.
My stomach up in knots,
The hunger says I'm winning.
My throat begins to rot,
As I finish sinning.
Purge to free myself from this,
Rid my self of the catastrophy.
As vomit begins to kiss these lips,
I see the disater that is me.
I'll never be safe from this disease,
Food is death and my saviour.
I try to find some sort of relese,
To end to this distructive behaviour.
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about the struggles with the eating disorder bullimia hopefully this will inspire people to speak out and get help.
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such a crippling issue. it robs the one affected of their knowledge of how beautiful they are.
you've penned this well.
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