Dark shadows creeping behind me,
Leaving scratches on my back.
Cold fingers on my shoulders,
Pinning me against the sink.
Forcing me to watch in the mirror,
While they steal my dignity.
Each movement bring closer,
To the brink of suicide.

But I've been here before,
This isn't the first time.
So I close my eyes,
Trying my best not to memorize.
Because this pain is too familiar.