
You're breaking. It's the first thing that comes to mind when I stare into the mirror and look at my reflection. I'm broken. I can't fix this. Am I going crazy?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 39 - Words: 6,451 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 05-18-13 - Published: 09-08-12 - id: 3056727
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Torture in the Bathrooms
I'm in school
Throwing up everything
Anita made me eat at lunch
Worried that I hadn't touched it
She did not stop
Until it was all down
I kept it in
Until I was away from the table
But now it all comes up
I'm in school
Someone will come in
Someone will hear me
They'll know
Anxiety fills my stomach
Muscles clench
I throw up again
I need to stop
Before someone hears
No one can know
Questions will be asked
And answers will be forced
Until the world knows
That I am crazy
I want to scream
Against my raw throat
I want to punch the wall
Until my hand breaks
I refrain from such activities
And sit on the floor
Praying
That no one will come
Wishing
That someone would
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