My Spiraling Stairway... My Anorexia
Every Day. A Struggle.A struggle not to add to my glutonous outside composition.
In the harrowing courtroom: my mirror.
The judge awaits. His decision already made.
The ruling: lose 10 pounds
Thinner..Thinner..Thinner...Thinner!
My bones; enveloped and covered in a jacket of overbearing, disgusting flesh.
Everyday in the mirror....
Everyday a glint of far fetched hope....
Everyday never good enough....
Voice scream and cry in my tormented mind:
'Stop the fat! Stop eating! You shoveling pig! You just keep eating and eating! '
Everyday I get pushed.
Farther and farther.
I can feel myself FALL.
Farther and farther I fall down that spiraling staircase.
Farther and farther I fall down MY spiraling staircase.
Each day.
It....CoNsUmEs....me.
God Help Me.... Oh Please God Help Me.......
The truly sad thing is..............................................................................................................................................................
I'm not even HALF way done................
Poetry by Girl With The Heart Of Stone
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Written on 2008-03-30 at 03:14
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