My friend is a bulimic

My friend is a bulimic…

**I actually wrote this poem-about me. It’s supposed to be in the eye of a friend looking in at me. Thanks so much for reading this. It really means alot***

I see her walk away
From the table every night
She walks into the bathroom
And locks the door real tight

I know what she’s doing
I just don’t know what I can do
I want to understand this obsession
Understand what she’s going through

But what she always tells me is
“I swear that nothings wrong,”
I try to keep my head up
I try to act real strong

But I am her best friend
And I should be able to help her through
I know that if it were me
She would try and help me too

I hear her throwing up
Every single one of her meals
I want to make her stop
No one can understand how this feels

So here I am trying to explain
To her that something’s wrong
And that no matter what happens
I will always be here, strong

Her eyes begin to swell
Tears begin to pour
Her head falls in her hands
Her knees gently touch the floor

“I’m sorry I never told you,
But I just can’t stop today
Throwing up is so hard
But there isn’t any other way,”

Perfection is an obsession
One she finally couldn’t keep
“I’m sorry,” She cries out
I’m trying hard not to weep

No one should see a friend
Struggling in every way
Trying to seek perfection
Every single day

So as she confesses
All her deepest thoughts
All the lies that she has told me
That I had quickly bought

I tell her that it will be fine
And in the end that’s all that I can hope
And I need to be here for her
She needs a way to cope