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As the time flies by,
It gets so much worse.
It won't stop.
It goes back to the front of my mind everytime i push it back.
Thin,
Pretty,
Wonderful,
Perfect,
NO FOOD!!!
Did i just... eat...?
You have to get rid of the enemy!!
But... i can't do that...
Yes you can!
You have to!
Do you WANT to be thin and pretty?
Yes...
Then you must get rid of the devil inside your stomach.
I will...
I will be skinny...
I will be perfect...
Good. very good.
Go on, go to the bathroom.
You know what to do from there.
And so it continues,
The never ending torment,
The never ending cycle of distress.
Bulimia is not a disease,
It is a disorder,
It CAN be treated,
It is not easy.
It is like a drug,
It is addicting,
It becomes a habbit, even a reflex.
It's a coping mechanism.
If you know anyone,
Or you are a bulimic,
Like myself,
I can help you.
I am getting better myself.
So please,
Take this seriously.
Don't shun,
Help.
- by Daddy Got This Account |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/01/2010 |
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- Title: The Mind Of A Bulimic
- Artist: Daddy Got This Account
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Description:
this poem describes myself.
it shows what goes through my head when i eat,
and what happens when i eat.
please do not be harsh,
it took alot of courage for me to post this poem..
please enjoy, rate, and comment. - Date: 01/01/2010
- Tags: mind
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Comments (3 Comments)
- 290DarkStars - 01/03/2010
- good Luna O_O that was soooooooooo goodo ^^. HEY PEOPLES!! listen to Luna, she knows what she's doing, after all, I DID give her 5 stars wink
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- annoysiste - 01/01/2010
- I never realized what must go through a person's mind when they have this disorder. You are brave to post this. Good job!
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- Arc En Licorne - 01/01/2010
- wow that was really emotional i love it 5/5. plz rate and comment on my poetry and lyrics also in the arena
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