torturous games

[The Artist]

her insides are burning

from all the strain

of what little goes in

comes back out again

nothing left to hide

except her shame

from the memories of her past

that still bring her pain

 

piece by piece

she fades away

another part of her

seems to vanish each day

it seems that what she was

has vanished into thin air

if she turned to her side

she would not be there

 

no one seems to notice

that things aren't right

they pass her by obvious

as she puts up her fight

it's happened once again

it's all the same

will there ever be an end

to these torturous games

[From_Now_On]

Nice poem....very sad =(

[Scout]

It's a very beautiful, sad and heartfelt poem. If it's based on your own personal experiences, know that you can always post on eNotalone and talk about them. It might help.

 

I'd just like to point out that you have "torturous" spelled incorrectly. The correct spelling is how I have it in the quotation marks. Other than that, a great poem!

[Prosper]

Hi Pal,

That sounds a good poem..

[The Artist]

Thanks everyone, sorry about the spelling error, as you can see I'm not the world's best speller, I've fixed it up now though.

[EmptySoul]

Really great job. Your words all fit together well. I'm guessing (but could be wrong) that you wrote this poem from personal experience. I've struggled with being a cutter, not an eating disorder, but you're welcome to talk to me.

 

Empty

[naecha]

Hey Artist,

I think that's a totally awesome poem! I loved it. I wish I could write good poems like that!

Please keep posting your poems!

My poems never rhyme!!

Naecha xoxo