Bulimia Life

by Bleed-Like-Me   May 14, 2004


Pieces don't fit together
Things never seem to stay
Doing this to myself
Means living one less day

Torture, hurting, tears of pain
Things I will never beable to explain

Hurtful living, day after day
Suffering, urges stay

Killing myself with each painful move
Hating myself
Its me you used

A wilted rose
A dark gloom garden
You cant find me
Ive fallen to the bottom...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Chelsey

    This is a very good poem, and some point you think oh hey this could be figured to omething else and then it finds a way to bring you back, and i think it takes really good poetic accuracy to do that.omg that sounds stupid but its all i could come up with..

  • 20 years ago

    by kaysha

    I love this poem. I hope you dont mind me sharing it with my best boyfriend. We are both hurting and I think this poem will help a bunch. thanx

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