by Tainted Beauty   Jul 10, 2006

Holding in the tears,
As I stare into my porcelain sanctuary,
My fingers slide gently into my throat,
This has all become routine to me,

The bathroom door is locked,
So no one will catch this act of shame,
My evil act of redemption,
Fueled by my morbid distain,

The acid starts to burn my throat,
A twisted kind of pleasure,
Relying on the thrill of the purging,
The delight that keeps my life together,

The taste of blood and vomit mix,
Leaving a terrified feeling of disgrace,
I spit out what is left,
To rid myself of this horrid taste,

I struggle to my room,
And allow myself to collapse on the bed,
My shallow heart beats in my chest,
As thoughts of dishonor run through my head,

I have become immune to this feeling,
But disappointment dwells deep inside my heart,
My delight of destroying myself,
Is tearing my life apart.


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  • 11 years ago

    by Stephanie Naylor

    Owow, great, awesome , 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by BECCA lessTHANthree

    I am blown away.. your poems are all so amazing its so consistent.. spectacular write..

  • 11 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    I loved this.
    It was very well written.
    The imagery was astounding and your wording was a pleasure to read.
    I thought the whole piece flowed very well.
    An excellent write.

  • 11 years ago

    by BleedingAngel

    Ohh wow, you described Bulimia in a perfect way, I saw myself all the way through this poem, picturering every step, from when I go the bathroom and then come back out...Amazing poem, so deep and describing, very well done, I loved it.

    Take care - Sabrina

  • 11 years ago

    by Edina

    so beautiful in such a twisted way...
    i really hope you have turned away from this lifestyle.. i am working on it as well...
    good luck!

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