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Original Writing/ Poetry |
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By Amante |
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email:
pqchika315@aol.com |
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Addiction |
I have an addiction
No it’s not nicoret
I do with though
I could forget
The first time…
It happened.
Everyone thought it was gone
But inside I knew they were wrong
Still had this addiction but had to be strong
Put up a front claiming to be okay
Every single day.
I had at least one slip-up every week
But no one knew
Tried my best to hide it and look fine
Most of the time I did a great job
Sometimes I got the question…”What’s Wrong?”
But never from you.
You… oh you
Sometimes you make me so blue
Make my addiction come out for real
After every single meal
I would end up in that one room.
I would dread those parties and sleepovers
Knew the time to eat was approaching
Tried so hard to keep it down but always slipped
Every time came out with a frown
Never a smile
I feel as if I’m a pile of nothing
Useless.
My feelings got hurt a lot
Rumors got spread and names got called
I guess you could say I went home and balled
I would cry for hours cause of those names
The worst one being…”you stupid anorexic”
And it was said by you.
You… yea you
The one who makes me blue
Might not seem like you hurt me
But you did
Always knew you never understood
All you would say is just stop…”don’t do it anymore”
I wish it was that easy
Believe me.
Got told this addiction could bring me to my death
It was the scariest thing in my life
But I didn’t seem to care
I would rather wear a size zero than be healthy
All I wanted was to be skinny and look good
I knew I should stop but I couldn’t
It was then that I realized I was addicted. |
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