I rush to the bathroom

Don’t cry, don’t cry

the guilt is heavier than me

the fear so strong, I can’t see

what’s in front of me

Who is that?

"Please help," I whisper, "stop the pain"

I feel so lost, I am my shame

it hurts to breathe, to even live

My reflection is repulsive

What have I done? What can I do?

No one to stop me, it’s nothing new

the room is empty, the stalls are wide

the toilets beckon, at least I tried

No one knows, I’m dead inside

But I can’t resist, I need release

If I throw it up, will I be at peace?

or will this be me again tomorrow?