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Bulimic me

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

This is a poem about my now 30 year battle with Bulimia, its a very personal illness and one that I think if you have never had makes it hard to understand what its like.

Thank you for reading.

ID Graeme

Submitted:Sep 25, 2011    Reads: 53    Comments: 10    Likes: 4   

I bathe my cheeks in tears of shame

Asanother wave of nausea overcame

I look into my soul and what do I see

A frightened boy looking back at me

Years of despair and self loathing haunt

Like the school yard bully about to taunt

My life isa fast and deadly roller coaster ride

Full of ups and downs with nowhere to hide

My body hurts from years of purging hate

I am so used to opening the welcoming gate

My body is dying, slowly beyond repair

My gums and teeth and my dark thick hair

My heart is heavy with my lying and deceit

But my eating and purging I must repeat

To hide like a child deep within one self,

Is the hardest thing to keep upon the shelf!

He stares back at me from deep within my heart

And does not allow me to make a new start

The affirmation he seeks is never spoken

And the internal fight is but a token

I have tamed the beast that lives within

But with each breath it harbours sin

The belief that one day the turmoil will stop

Before I take my last breath and down I drop

I live in hope that thru me others will see

That there are no winners when you are like me!


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