Feak
03-05-2003, 02:35 PM
Hello :fishy this is my first post in this section! :shy
:trigger Talks about my history of anorexia
This is a poem I wrote years ago when I was at the height of my anorexia, just after I'd admitted to myself that I actually had a problem. It's written in metaphor, as usual for me. I can never write about anything unless it's as a metaphor! It's about how the disorder creeped up on me, and how scary it was when I finally realised how screwed up I was.
I never admitted that I had a problem until I looked at the calender wondering when my period was due and realised that I hadn't had one in months :sad
It's called Help Me. I gave it in to my english teacher about a year after I wrote it (when I was about fourteen) with some other poems. I was still struggling with anorexia and still no one knew about it. It still had the same title. You could have called it my subtle little cry for help :ohboy It even got published in the school's creative writing book.
Well here it is!
Help Me
We were skipping down a road
When somehow I took a wrong turn,
I didn't realise it at the time
And strolled along some more.
Stumbling on I came to a lake
I didn't feel the water lapping at my feet,
Or slopping at my knees
So I carried on
But now I can see it around my neck
Choking me, I have to struggle to breathe
It obscures my vision
I see no land
Now I'm in the center of a sea of uncertainty
I want to turn back and re-join the road,
If my companions called I'd answer
But they don't know I'm gone
:trigger Talks about my history of anorexia
This is a poem I wrote years ago when I was at the height of my anorexia, just after I'd admitted to myself that I actually had a problem. It's written in metaphor, as usual for me. I can never write about anything unless it's as a metaphor! It's about how the disorder creeped up on me, and how scary it was when I finally realised how screwed up I was.
I never admitted that I had a problem until I looked at the calender wondering when my period was due and realised that I hadn't had one in months :sad
It's called Help Me. I gave it in to my english teacher about a year after I wrote it (when I was about fourteen) with some other poems. I was still struggling with anorexia and still no one knew about it. It still had the same title. You could have called it my subtle little cry for help :ohboy It even got published in the school's creative writing book.
Well here it is!
Help Me
We were skipping down a road
When somehow I took a wrong turn,
I didn't realise it at the time
And strolled along some more.
Stumbling on I came to a lake
I didn't feel the water lapping at my feet,
Or slopping at my knees
So I carried on
But now I can see it around my neck
Choking me, I have to struggle to breathe
It obscures my vision
I see no land
Now I'm in the center of a sea of uncertainty
I want to turn back and re-join the road,
If my companions called I'd answer
But they don't know I'm gone