(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.

Randy Johnson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bulimia-2/