Back when I was a little girl
And I thought that I hated myself
(although now I know what hate is)
You pretended to help, seemed to care
Then slowly you tore me back down
Destroyed walls I'd so carefully built
Made me despise myself again
Until I learned what you did to me
I heard your whispered promises
I believed you for the longest time
Now I know you, so I'm saying
Baby, it's over for you and me
Author notes
It needs work, and a lot of it.
I've decided that my relationships with bulimia and cutting are OVER, which is what this poem's about.
No "I'm trying to stop" or "I'm recovering," because I've tried those and they've never worked. From here on out, I USED TO BE a cutter and I USED TO BE bulimic. I don't do that stuff anymore, and I don't plan to ever again. I'm not going to let myself be trapped anymore.
So there.
... In case you were wondering.
Comments
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wow!! i hope it stays like that. i loved this poem. loved everything about it i really did. i think its great you're stronger than them...i hope you recover FULLY!
great write hunny xx
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