pieces of me

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


  • Whimsical_1

    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.

    • AJ

      Thank you so much

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