Bulimia

by Melissa   Jan 4, 2006


I look at the food
How can I eat
Look at how fat I am
I should just leave my seat

Push the food away
Don't fall for temptation
I'm so big
I could squash a nation

Just put the fork down
And go to my room
I cant eat anymore
This is my doom

Stand and look
At myself in the mirror
What is streaming down my face
Is that a tear

Pinch my skin
And look at that fat
Stick my finger down my throat
And throw up on the mat

I know I shouldn't
But I just cant help it
You have tried to help
You have done your bit

Its not your fault
That I'm so big
Whenever I eat
I feel like a pig

Maybe one day
I will feel good about me
Maybe one day
Bulimia there wont be

Till then Ill sit
And pinch my skin
Ill never see
That I am thin

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jordan

    I know this feeling...alittle to well. And from one to another I know how hard it is. I know what its like to look at yourself and honestly not be able to comprehend how anyone would even look at you. I know how it feels to literally like nothing about yourself. I know what its like to have an enemy...one that never fights back. All I can say, from one to another, is that I hope it gets better...for you and for me. Good poem.

    Much Love,
    Jordan-Paige

  • 18 years ago

    by aimee

    I think that your an awesome writer and u catch the deepness and feelings of poems, keep it up

  • 18 years ago

    by aliiiii

    THATS REALLY GOOD.I think im fat. everybody tells me im not. i really am thin. but i have thought of bulimia. its wrong like you said and everything about this poem is true. You have a real talent...its really good 5/5. check out some of mine.

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