Louise Phipps


Fight The Demons Diet


It was that time again to empty once more,
I was on my Knees on the bathroom floor.
Putting tissue down the Loo making sure nothing stayed afloat,
Then I slid my fingers down deep inside my sore throat.

Trying not to make a sound, Making sure no sick hit the ground,
And even though the taste was so vile I needed to empty till there was no more bile.
I had to be quick but the release felt great,
No-one understood me but I believed this was my fate.

Staring at my reflection, tears rolled down my cheek,
I'd hear the torments in my mind saying how I was such a freak.
The Demons they would say 'Look at the state of you,
You're disgusting, You're a mess, No-one could ever love you'.

When looking in a mirror at my body I would cringe,
Then turning desperately to the fridge I'd begin again to Binge.
I would eat so much till I was about to pop,
One more trip to the Loo then I promised myself I would stop.

I'd wish people would leave me be, They just didn't understand that....
I had eaten too many calories and I was sick of being Fat!
So I had taken control of my diet, Obsessed with weight and measure,
Punishing myself after every treat, Desserts were no longer a Pleasure.

Over time people started talking about how I'd become so thin,
So I pulled the curtains closed and I locked myself in.
Hiding myself away from neighbouring abuse,
I stopped all contact, I became a recluse.

Then a visit from my mother my Angel, who Id avoided for awhile,
Came knocking at my door, Arms open,
Oh I had missed her warming smile.

I looked into my mothers eyes as she turned to me and sighed
'Oh sweetheart what has happened to you,
Your hair is falling out and your bones are showing through'.
She placed her arms around me feeling my frail torso'.
Then whispered to me gently ' Please let your Demons go',
'Everything you are doing is damaging your health',
'You're deteriorating into of me, You're slowly killing yourself'.

Turning away she began to cry,
Wiping the tears falling from her eyes.
She told me how she lost her best friend to the very deadly disease.
I wrapped my arms around her, Comforting her as she grieves.

Seeing the hurt upon my mothers face,
The heartache I was causing her, The shame and the disgrace.
'Mum' I said 'I will fight my Demons and make myself strong',
'I realise now what Ive been doing Is dangerous and wrong'.
'Getting back to full health will take a long long time,
But with you and my family and friends I know Im gonna be just fine'.

So Here I am Today at this Time and on this Date.
I am Making my Illness History and re-creating my fate.
Big Thankyou to my family and friends for all of your support.
I know now time is too precious to waste and our life on Earth is short.x

Submitted: Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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