Bulimia
(This is a fictional poem but sadly it's true for some people.)
You're suffering from bulimia because you want to stay thin.
You say you can stop but I see you induce vomiting again and again.
People die from this disease everyday.
Life will be unbearable if you pass away.
You're in a lot of pain and it's something I can't allow.
I'm begging you to get help and I'm begging you to get it now.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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