Sorry, I kinda ranted in this poem...

It's not funny,
So why make a joke.
Why laugh when it's awful,
And makes people choke.

These effects are not to be made fun of.
These scars are not for show.
Your laughs are people's hell.
What is it you need to know?!

You know that's it's an issue.
You know people are effected.
You know that it's not funny.
But the jokes are still ejected.

People around you become worse.
Their scars become bleeding cuts.
Their appetite becomes 'smaller'.
They begin to puke out their guts.

How far must people go.
For you to realise it's not a joke.
All this self destruction.
Is not just for show.

Oh. Also does anyone have any ideas for a poem they wish for me to write (a fav song, an issue. A word) cause I really wanna write poetry but my ideas are stumped...