Untitled (A poem about Bulimia)

Roses are red and,

Violets are blue.

You're so f**king fat,

and no one loves you.

You're covered in scars,

You purge everyday.

You're so f**king disgusting,

How much do you weigh?

You're stomachs not empty,

You look like a cow.

You're so f**cking pathetic,

Go throw up NOW!

You will never be thin,

You'll never reach your goal.

You're so f**king weak,

Have you lost all control?

Roses are red and,

Violets are blue.

You used to be happy,

What happened to you?