My Problem

My name is Michael,
My friends call me Kenny.
What are my problems, you ask?
Well, to tell you I have many.

I am on my computer,
Almost all the time.
My parents begin treating me,
Like IM'ing is a crime.

Almost all the time,
I think of food.
My weight becomes affected,
And I become screwed.

I hate my parents,
They always abuse me.
No matter what I do,
They never hear my plea.

My friends are important,
They're better than life.
Instead of losing them,
I'd cut myself with a knife.

If I loose a friend,
I'll die inside.
I'll try to let it go,
But the pain won't hide.

Now I have nothing,
My insides are all gone.
Thoughts of suicide,
Begin to dawn.

If you think,
You have problems a plenty.
Just try to remember,
Fat, Stupid Kenny