my stomach aches
the cuts around my lips sting
and my throat bleeds
my tastebuds numb
the repetition of this agony is soothing
the damage done
is the price i pay for my body
my drug
so potent
im floored
asleep on the floor
what was here is now gone
pieces of me
purged and flushed away
pieces of me
robbed of what they could have become
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Author:
A.J (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2020 11:37
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Comments1
This is such a raw experience of what it is to be bulimic. I commend you for using this outlet. It is not always easy to express.
Thank you so much
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