#72 The Hard Part Is Over With

This poem is about me. I am writing this poem while going through a difficult time in my life.

I am a 13 year old female, and I suffer from bulimia.

This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Poems on Society

The Hard Part Is Over With

by Bahar

I walk into my bathroom,
Turn the radio up,
So nobody can hear,
I get on my knees,
Get my hair out of my face,
I shove my fingers down my throat,
Scratching the back of my throat,
It burns inside,
Tears run down my face,
I do this over and over,
Until there is nothing left to come out,
Now there is an empty feeling inside of me,
The one thing that I love and cherish,
At least the hard part is over with now,
Until the next time comes when I feel fat.

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pamela

sweetie hang in there i am bulimic to had it for 7 years i am 18 years old i know exactly how you feel you cant find many poeple out there who understand us your poem really touched me made me want to cry keep your head up high you are a soilder and so is any one suffering with an eating diorder and still here it tkaes gutts to do that!
crystal

it truly touched me b/c i think one of my friends is like that and she hates her body so she wears padded bras and big clothes to make her body look good
Abby

This poem touched me b/c i know what that feels like to do
Heather

wow, im sure it took alot of courage for you to write this poem. never have i experienced this. though i go through my days of thinking im fat ive never been so uncomfortable with my apperance to starve myself or throw up my food. im sorry you suffer from this terrible disease especially at such a young age, i hope you can get help!
Stephanie

I think this poem is so sad. The person who wrote this poem is very talented, but its still so sad to hear.
Arielle

i understand so much of what your going through. Because im a recovered bulimic. Its so hard to stand in front of that mirror seeing yourself through your eyes. and not how the world sees you. All you see is this person who keeps gaining and gaining and you want it to just stop so much that theres nothing else to do. When the world sees you as this beautiful person and that your not fat. So i understand. I hope you can have the same feelings i do.
Melissa

hEy. i liked that poem a lot. I know of a friend who is realy sick to, Thank you!
Heather

Wow, that took a lot of courage and strength to write about that and to share it. And I know how you feel, believe me, the same thing happened to me, except I was anorexic, from when I was in grade 6. I felt like I had to look perfect because everyone expected it of me. I havn't been for a long time but I have always cared about my image and only over the past 2 years have I grown to love and be comfortable with myself. I know it's hard, but you have to learn to do the same and realize, you really are beautiful.
Emma

This poem really touched my heart. I have not suffered it physically but my elder sister has, so I know the emotional pain which goes through it. It shows that you may not want to do it but have to for yourself. Well done.
K

Hey - now that was wow. I am suffering from the same thing at the moment. Many friends and family members are supporting me. It's really hard to get over, no one can help you but yourself. So just get up every moning and tell yourself I am beautiful just the way I am. If you say it out loud your mind will start believing it. I am sure you truly are beautiful - just remember it! Stay in there - we can fight this battle - and we will ALWAYS WIN :o)
Tiffany

I hope you feel better. It shouldn't matter to you what the world thinks. I know how it feels to be judged. I am a little overweight and people try to put me down. The things they say hurt but if you know who you are and what your worth what they say can't phase you
Jessie

Hun,I am 13 too and I suffer from the same disease. Today I finally broke down. evrything built up and my life really sucks right now, but the reason I'm telling you this is because. you should never feel alone. Someone loves you, and someone out there feels the same way you do. I first expressed myself in a poem too, and boy was it great to let all my emotions out. SO keep fighting, and try and stop hurting yourself.
Megan

This poem is so well written that I cringed while reading it. My best wishes go out to Bahar to get over this sickness and enjoy her life.
BRANDEE

AT FIRST I WASN'T GOING TO WRITE YOU, BECAUSE I FELT SAD FOR YOU. BUT I THINK THIS THE VERY REASON I MUST WRITE YOU. YOU KNOW THE WORLD OFTEN JUDGES US ON OUR OUTTER APPEARANCE. THE WORLD WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THIS IMPACT UNTIL YOUNG LIVES LIKE YOUR OWN GET AFFECTED. YOU WILL MAKE IT.CARE ABOUT YOURSELF AND NOT WHAT OTHERS THINK.POEM WELL EXPRESSED.
Annie

Chin up little one.expressing yourself in poetry is the first step to the inner healing you are seeking.Life will get better!
Indigo

I feel for you.i know how you feel and i hope you find the strenght to make yourself better.it�s a tough road to walk..but i know you can do it! try to stay strong.you are the only one who can help you.
Michelle

That was a very sad poem i dont care what anybody says. You probably are not fat and are worring about what everybody else says when people call you fat or call you names they are just jealous dont worry. If you ever need any one to talk to i am here.
ZAO

i am truly sorry i to suffered from your disease and it hurts to know your sick because you make yourself sick get better and rember that i will always love you for who you are.and so will god..and an innocent child think of it as your child{your disease} nurse it until you must ween it

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