If this were a poem... If this were a poem,or lyrical rhyme
I'd be bulimic, but I'm doing just fine
If this were a poem, of somebodys life
They'd feel so alone, and keep it inside
If this were a poem, you'd obviously know
This person is running, but has nowhere to go
If this were a poem, which I hope it is not
They'd be so depressed, drown their sorrows in pot
If this were a poem, this person can't live
Wasted air space, with nothing to give
If this were a poem, decide for yourself
This person is dying, screaming for help
If this were a poem, I'd hope in your heart
You'd bottle your sympathy, and tear it apart
If this were a poem... |
