Broken Lyndsey Gaurkee Poet I do not know?

My Painful Secret

My Painful Secret

I knew I shouldn't,
that stand it I wouldn't.
But temptation won,
I lost the control.

It's over now.
I regained my will.
I know what to do,
to undo my sin.

The door slams.
The water runs.
I bend over,
and let it out.

So disgusting.
My fingers against my throat,
hurt like nothing.
But I don't care,
and I won't stop.

Once more,
the cold water falls,
soaking my clothes.
Satisfaction fades,
as endless tears come.

I'll keep my secret,
and let it hurt me.
I'll let it lie me.
I'm tired of fighting.

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Sharon Winter November 13, 2008 at 4:28 PM This is so disturbing. If it is true, you should know there is so much help out there. So many people have eating disorders, and personally knowing someone who has been through it, I can say the help works. You are worth trying to get well. Good luck. If this is not about you and just imagination, well I would be relieved and must say this is obviously a most convincing write. Love, Shar

Michael Torres November 13, 2008 at 3:47 PM wow this is gripping. Totally captivates you in the suspense of it all Michael Torres

Brandee Augustus November 13, 2008 at 1:10 PM Wow! This is a powerful poem about bulimia, which is a very diseased way of thinking about yourself. Truly powerful write!