Open Poetry #1 |
Anorexia |
Blondie Member
since 1999-08-06
Posts 307Ohio |
~This poem is something I wrote to myself to maybe wake me up and see what I was doing to myself. Has a view point from a male friend of the girl's~(it originally was a song, so it might not be a great poem but I was hoping maybe it could help someone) Every night, you wake up famished And you run straight to the pantry When you arrive, the hunger's vanished You're fat, and wonder why we can't see. You're so thin it makes me cry, girl I think you'd drop dead any day The problem is that the whole wide world Thinks your beautiful that way. You say your childhood is to blame So are guys, maybe they are But I'd rather take my aim At famous models and movie stars. You say men are pigs and losers but you Lure him in with your great tan He'll follow you around to watch you Do you need that kind of man? Your sickness is for people like him The men will say you can't be fat Believe me, you're cute and slim And you deserve better than that. No matter how good you always look You've got to push it one step farther The scale pulls you down like a hook And I wonder why I even bother. It hurts your body, and you can't see it With the fevers and their rising heat You wonder how you can relieve it Does it feel better when you don't eat? You're sick a lot now, in your bed And you're blind to all that's true By now the fat's just in your head But your body's caving in on you. You're afraid of food, it makes me ill That this came out of 'just a diet' You yell at me, do what you will I watch, and just try to be quiet. You won't let me say you're gorgeous You call me The King of Lies But every time that I deny this There's more hope in your dark eyes. I wish that didn't leave my lips I should have said that I love you You think my love is for your hips And that they're all I think of you. It's not that way at all, you know But I guess you can't accept it I'm mad but don't let it show Now I have all the time to regret it. You're getting weaker, day by day You make me hide your greens and meat I sit at your bedside and watch you pay For all the times you didn't eat. Late that night you left this world Your parents never told me how No matter what, you killed yourself girl And all I feel is guilty now. At the funeral, the world Leaned over, looked into your coffin They said, "God, what a pretty girl," I wish that they'd told you more often. |
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Alwye
Moderator
Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Extremely powerful.. ------------------ *Krista Knutson* "Your kiss upon my face feels like a brush with grace, baby thats all it takes to take me higher..." SHeDaisy |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
This is sad.I feel your pain in this. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
This was hard to write, and I know...even harder to see for yourself. The strength in which you did so, is an inspiration. ------------------ "Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with." *Mark Twain* |
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ac Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 129Cayey, PR - USA |
Such a tragic price to pay for those who respond this way to the overly critical eye of society...it's hard to be a female and not be able to sympathize with the harsh cruelty of that race to be perfect and thin...thanks for reminding us... [This message has been edited by ac (edited 08-11-99).] |
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Sue Member
since 1999-08-04
Posts 383France |
I hope it worked, and that you believe in yourself now. I, at least, can vouch for the fact that you can write! |
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angel girl Member
since 1999-07-23
Posts 322within a whisper... |
Thank you for this. I have been suffering with bulemia. I thought I could control it, but it seems to be controlling me. I've been working very hard, and i've kept all my food down for over a month. I'ts been hard, but i'm making it, and I hope you will be able to help yourself also. ------------------ One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. -William Shakespeare |
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