Unclean Bumlimia

by Robiie   Sep 28, 2006


Unclean bulimia...
You turn me into my greatest disgrace,
Acid and bacteria,
Smeared across my face,
Blood bleeds from my mouth as another sin fall south,
Tearing my insides apart,
Shredding my stomach and heart...

Unclean bulimia...
Dried upon my dignity,
A quiet obscenity,
My skin is filled with grime,
Just the thought of you brings me to a crime,
Cannot escape the feeling of dirt,
A panic starts and I begin to assert...

Unclean bulimia...
I am never clean,
I will never,
I've never been,
Scrub my skin raw,
But you are in too deep,
I need to clean more,
You rule my life,
Because of you I turned to the knife,
Forever I will clean,
To stop being so obscene,
The feeling of being clean is held so far,
Kept by my unclean bulimia...

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • Oh so true...no matter how hard we try..we can nevr seem to escape these demons that crrep within...and yet we continue to struggle in another failed attempt to break free form these faceless monsters. but u can never stop trying!

  • 18 years ago

    by cassie

    Thats really well done.. but really scary.. i love you xoxo