The stall

by Lexi Lou   May 28, 2004


You didn't eat
very much at all
and what you ate,
you threw up in the stall
i saw your eyes,
your strength is gone
what do i do? but be
someone you can lean on?
i can't tell, you will get mad
they'll blow it out of proportion at that
stop puking, unless your sick
I'm getting to the end of my wick
you don't deserve this
this is a huge miss
stop right now
find out how
because behind that fake smile
is a girl who will be sick for awhile
unless she changes her mind
and lets life unwind
stop the toilets not made for that
stop thinking and saying your fat
i don't want to lose you
i won't ever shoo
listen to me
the toilet is only made for pee
don't hurl don't gag
i will continue to nag
i will tell so here goes
be mad at me from my head to my toes
when you passed out
i knew what it was about
the stall is now empty
no harm. because of me

~true story
one of my friends was bulimic...scary time! i didn't tell but she worked things our and i still wish i did though
Lexi Lou~

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