Don't Give In

by healing wounds   Aug 2, 2005


Hunger strikes me...
but i know i can't give in...
not until i have reached the perfect weight.
shall i give in...
i must get rid of all and more,
then be punished.

lock the door and drop to floor...
where i will get rid of all and more.

off to the bedroom...
drag out the razor...
slice the skin wide open
to remind me that i have given in.

next time i'll remember not to give in
not to consume what is so awful for you
the thing that makes you feel full and sick to your stomach...
what haunts you when you pass it up...FOOD

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  • 19 years ago

    by HighPerfection

    I went through the same thing u just have to push through it ever so slowly but eat no hurl its hard but its better that way

  • 19 years ago

    by HighPerfection

    Really good i liked it keep writing

  • 19 years ago

    by Torn

    Aw god:O
    that was sad:(..and disturbing...i'm so sorry you feel this way...
    it was a good poem, i liked how it was like a story...i wish you didn't punish yourself...hope you're ok
    xoxox