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Friday, March 28, 2008

My Spiraling Stairway... My Anorexia

Rating: 5.0
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................
Kid of Los Angeles
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Roger Cornish 28 March 2008
Your true beauty shines through in the honesty of this poem. Poetry is about touching souls... and you touched mine here. rx.
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