You call yourselves Christians.
"Children of God"
But you continue to tease
As if you weren't flawed

Is it a surprise she's suicidal?
You're always calling her fat.
She's becoming bulimic
But do you care? No, you're brats.

It's not only you, though,
Go ask her folks
They didn't care
That her spirits were broke.

Speaking of family,
They were ever so strict
A B minus or lower,
Punishments they'd inflict

Self pity she wallowed in
She could bear it no more
She picked up the gun;
Dead, on the floor

Author's Note: This isn't about me... It's about a friend of mine who I just found out has bulimia, depression and is suicidal... she's getting better and I'm always praying for her.