Category: Writers Block
Hey guys, the poem below is about my struggle with Bulimia. I was sitting in my room one night, and needed to talk to someone, but had noone, so, I decided to write my thoughts and feelings down, here they are, these are the thoughts I have most of the time. Speak soon, SMA xxx
Some days are harder than others, I just want to cry, some days are harder than others, I just want to die.
Some days, I wake up thinking, will I ever get through today? And some days I wake up thinking, I’m Ok!
Some days, I feel happy, and beautyful
Some days, I feel unhappy and ugly!, because that’s what I am, she made me that way
I watched the glass bottle smash on the floor, that’s my life, shattered into a thousand pieces, no more.
I pound my fists on the tiled floor, and wish I was somewhere else, not here, not here in this world, where I’m drowning in my own tears. The icecream sit’s on the desk, looking nice, and choclaty!, no, not nice, horrible, don’t enjoy it, use it, use it for later!. Afterwards, guilt floods my mind, you shouldn’t have done that, no, no, out, it has to come out, all of it!
Kneeling in front of the toilet, with my fingers down my throat, trying to cla out my insides, no luck, body, I hate you!, why won’t you do what I want!. Angry tears fall, why have I been reduced to this, trying to pull out my own insides with my fingers!, not good, not good at all!, no, it is good, keep telling yourself that, it’s good!
A knock on the door, oh know!, someones here!, she comes in, calling my name, then, she finds me there, my face full of shame!, she walks away, pretending not to see, the ugly wreck that is me!
Why did she have to see that, I feel guilty she did, she shouldn’t have seen that, I should’ve hid. I’ve tried to forget it, every waking moment of every day, but it keeps coming back, to haunt me in every way!
God, if your out there, can you hear me? Please, help me!
that is really nice. i can really feel what you are feeling, and yeah, nice flow as well. i really feel i'm in your shoes after reading that
Amy, I doubt it expresses even a fraction of how you feel, but thank you for sharing. I hope you are able some day to gain the help you need, and to beat this.
So brute the force upon the body
Wretched hurtful existing
Most miserably afflicted,
The words conveyed.
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
awwww, girl, that was beautiful! you'll beat it one day, I know you will...keep being a fighter, and know I'm always here.
Hey, you write really well. I know, it's not the same even if we all tell you that we understand, but please remember though that you'll make it through. It's really good. I hoope that you feel much better after writing it. Writing really helps a lot. Good luck with your struggles.