November 12, 2009
I stare at the bowl
knowing I need to just do it
but something is stopping me.

Is it the little voice
inside my head
this is reminding me that
it is a dangerous path I'm choosing.

Or is it the people
who know about my history with bulimia
and who would be devastated
if they knew what I am about to do.

I hate whatever is stopping me from continuing this addiction
But yet deep down I'm thankful for it.

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SecretSasha said...
Dec. 12, 2010 at 1:31 pm
I love your poem! It's great that you were able to stop :)
lgrs_88 said...
Jan. 4, 2010 at 9:45 pm
Love this!! Holy crap , it's exactly the feeling that I've had... three, or four times? Kneeling over the toilet, and you can't make yourself do it, and even while you're beating yourself up about it, you're thankful... Powerful piece. I hope that you overcome your battle with it, if it is about you, and keep writing either way!
elvisurock732 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 7, 2010 at 6:23 pm
thank you very much this means a lot and yes im over my battle thank god
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