Bulimia
What is it, And what does it do?
Can it be cured, is there a way to beat it?
It’s an eating disorder, and it will kill you,
It can be cured, It takes time, there is a way to beat it
It ruins your insides and kills you slow,
It gives you a since of relief,
It ruins everything for you, and you as a whole,
It can even ruin your teeth
It’s the worst Of them all,
Killing a different way,
It’s no laughing matter or joke at all,
Many people die each day,
I have had this disorder since I was 12,
I lost 70 pounds in 5 months,
I still see fat when I look in the Mirror,
I’d rather die to get skinny then be fat
I’ve never been addicted,
But this is like a drug,
Something that could be afflicted,
And kill me like a bug
I’m dying each and every day,
I tell everyone i stopped,
I wanna believe it to my self today,
But I don’t have the heart to stop.
I’ve never met anything so easily opened up to,
Something I could easily cling to,
Someone I could get a sense of relief from,
But kill me at the same time
My body is weak like a wilted rose,
I bruise oh so easily,
I get dizzy and cold like I’m gonna faint,
And still have the urge to give into to this
If my dad were alive he’d beat my ass,
There would be no bulimia,
Better yet no me,
Because he kill the both of us for me
Never get started with this addictive Disease,
It will to take over you,
Take it from someone with experience with this disease,
This is what bulimia is.
A Poem By Cailey Holcombe(Visitor).
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