Observed Poem by Alex Guzman

There's this one tired of her waist size
Thing is she's a size five
Tired of the way food controls her life
So she gags herself with a butter knife
Saddening the dammed thing but it doesn't stop here
She's continued for a year

Think this will fade. nope
People make fun of her because she's skinnier then most the girls in her Grade
done with the ways shes felt
so gets addicted to a needle and a belt

The insults hurt more then the stomach acid does
And her weight is below average but
She won't stop and won't quit
And having fits because herioin leaves the body sick
Dosage after dose
Hoping to just grope on that one friend
But no one seems to want her and she can't cope

One night her mind was hazy her vision blurred and her world started shaking
And blanking out and a blackfade and Foam of the mouth
And she's dying and can't cry out

her parents found their baby dead
losing the life that the worst thing they dread
moms crying because she knew she could of save her life
dads in the ER thinking about the little girl inside
the days at the park the times he pushed her on the swing
the days he made her laugh or the way she could sing
waiting to hear the news for the daughter
doctor hesitating
'im sorry we lost her'

See we're all victims in this tragedy
We could of helped
Instead we nick picked and bullied
Pushed her to the edge where she finally jumped
Now she's dead and were left with this hump
In society.

I know we can fix these problems and help
we could have welcomed in stead of desert her
I don't know much, I'm just an observer