I used to think badly of myself.
Everyone told me that I was pudgy
and needed to watch what I eat,
That put me into a state of depression.
I used to do drugs, drink, and smoke, and finally I was throwing up everything I ate. Here's my poem.
Mommy, daddy and friends too.
I don't know what to do and I don't know what to say. I was throwing up every night and everyday.
I am scared and alone. It all started as an experiment but then it got worse.
I started throwing up blood when finally I went into the emergency room on my death bed.
Having internal bleeding and throwing up constantly at this point I almost gave up.
I am 112lbs now and thanks to best friends I wouldn't be as healthy as I am now.
