Gluttony

by Avellana   Mar 14, 2006


Sticking fingers down your throat
Here we go again
You wouldn't have had to do this
If you'd just kept up your end

Some days you show me such restraint
I KNOW you have control
Then you f**king ruin it
Ain't this story getting old?!

Don't give into what they tell you
It's just a bunch of lies
Learn to love the stomach cramps
And bags beneath your eyes

Living through the nausea
Surviving on the least
This is what you've chosen
But you're proving that you're weak

...Come on baby, do this
Show them that you're strong
That way when they leave you
You'll still have somewhere you belong

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  • 18 years ago

    by Emma

    Oh geez. this took my breath away. avellana, you really need to stop this though. i don't wanna sound preachy of whatever...its just so dangerous. keep writing, i love this poem.

  • 18 years ago

    by Torn

    Wow..im first to comment.. YAY *jumps up and down*
    hun..this poem was amazing..if u don't mind me saying, straight from the messed up thiking of such a debilitating disorder...
    However..i knwo you are a strong gal..and i hope that this is a little imaginary (*sly smile*) lol..
    take care of urself huni..there's no need to change how you look, for whatever reason you do.
    Always here to talk.,.and attempt to make u smile:P
    Much love
    xoxo

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