Bulimia
She said it would be quick
yet that is all it took
all her pain
to my heart it will stick
i cant stand by and let it happen
let her crawl slowly
to the edge of reason
your life mishappen
i wanna help yes i do
but you wont listen
you do it to yourself
my heart has ripped in two
it should be you feeling the pain
the sadness
the crime
the shame
you need to see how it effects me
how bad it is
the pain
as real as can be
This poem was written by Paul Conversano on Apr 09, 2008.
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