A Series Of Sweet Poems



                You make fun of my weight which is 137.
                You say I have a body of a fifth grade boy.
                You say I should lose weight.
                 But you didn't know I haven't eaten in two days.
                 My mom knocks on the door waiting for a ''come in''.
                 As she hears nothing.
                 Thats how much worth you have for yourself.
                 Your mom sees you on the floor.
                 Bodyless and figurless.
                 You haven't eaten in three days.
                 You go to the hospital.
                  Your second home.
                  The doctor asks you whats wrong.
                   You say ''nothing.  I'm okay''
                  But actually you not fucking okay.
                   Your the opposite of that.
                   Your mother has been asking you how was lunch.
                    You've lied for three weeks saying it was good.
                     But all you've been doing it throwing out your lunch as your friend eat theirs.
                    No one has bothered to asked why your so figureless.
                    But instead.
                     The cool girls say they ''love your beach body''
                      They asked for you secrets and tips.
                       But you just say you haven't eaten in a few days.
                       And they just say ''it's okay''
                        But its not fucking okay.