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Waiting...

Contributed by XoBrokenxo on Monday, 5th May 2008 @ 10:01:19 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I have an eating disorder.
Its part of me now, like a gene, something I cant alter.
No one knows; its just me.
Im not sure I could tell anybody.
To binge and purge
Its an unbearable urge.

Today, I saw red.
It wasnt much, but enough to know that I had bled.
Does that mean Im going to die?
Ive said Ive wanted to before, but now Im not so sure.
I want to keep up what Im doing, but I dont want anyone to know.
Im in my time of need, but where is my hero?
I once thought that he was, but not anymore.
Hes put me at war
With myself and I dont know if I can stop now.
So take a bow;
Take pride in what youve turned me into.
Its what you wanted, right?
To end my days of happiness and throw me into endless hours of night.
God, how anyone could do this to a person?
My heart frozen,
All emotions either gone or dead.
They were right to have fled.
This body is slowly killing itself.
But waitits not the body; its me.
Im empty.

Im waiting for the body to slowly wilt away,
Until it has nothing left to say.
Im waiting for the mirror to stop telling me what I already know is true.
And Im waiting on him, too.
Someday, hes gotta change; theres no way hell stay like this forever.
I can wait; better late than never.

I have an eating disorder; Im bulimic.
My mind is sick.
Its waiting on something that will never change;
Its out of his range.
But the mind will keep waiting,
While the body slowly eats itself away




Copyright © XoBrokenxo ... [ 2008-05-05 10:01:19]
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Re: Waiting... (User Rating: 1 )
by Imagine_the_forgotten on Monday, 5th May 2008 @ 10:07:38 AM AEST
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This was a wonderfully written poem. It was dark but beautifull.


Re: Waiting... (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Monday, 5th May 2008 @ 10:13:38 AM AEST
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such intimate sharing. . .I have to get my mind around the pain, confusion & discarding that we condon most eveyday. bless you in your times of struggle. bless us all so we can mend. a writing such as you have offered will certainly reach it's destined end. I want to say I love it. . .bizarre I need to say please share again & give us a word on understanding, healing & also thankfulness. many self afflicted souls are already gone from us, my friend. . .peace.elle.




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