Vomit traced my lips,

My reflection was something I would never miss.

My body fatiguing,

inching its way to decay with every breathing minute.

Panic had taken host of my body and the irreplaceable memories haunted my mind,

Was else was there to do? What other option was I left with?

So at night whenever I felt I was without life,

I would channel my emotions into these destructive actions.

Purge.

Eat.

Repeat.

The liquid I knew all too well as tears, filled my eyes til I could no longer see.

My hazy vision took a glance at my washed up figure in despise as I sobbed.

At an instant,

I fell hard to the floor.

I’m done pretending.

I don’t want to cry anymore.