My Battle With Bulimia Poem by natalie farnsworth

If you loved me then you'd see
the gashes on my wrist and how much I bleed.
Fingers down my throat as puke pours to the water.
I'm losing the weight but I need to try harder.
I see my ribs and the shadows under my eyes.
I hear my boyfriend as he silently cries.
you'll never doubt this is almost over.
Cause the number on the scale only gets lower.
I'll never stop and you can tell.
Cause death by my will is my personal hell.
If people would have only told me I was pretty
Then I wouldn't be here now drowning in self pity.
I'm sorry to the ones I've loved and what I've put you through.
But the way I live life numbers are the only thing the proves true.