I am made of coffee and cigarettes
Empty and serene
Standing on street corners
Clutching coffee stained pages
Of dull, beautiful poetry
I am the girl at the back of the bus
Staring out the window as
Thick trees spin back
Wishing i could be them
Spin back and change the past
I am lost in a world that is webbed
With spotty blackness
Burning across my vision
It is dull and grey
I run until my muscles throb
And let fat come back up
My raw black throat
And when i arise
The darkness sets in again
But i must not collapse
I don't want to eat, i need to starve
I don't want to be, i need to stop
I don't want-
It doesn't matter what i want
What i need, what i feel
Because i am empty and dark and sad
And i do not matter
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
*You;
You're a postive,
creature,
with bright eyes.
You have the most amazing smile,
I've ever seen.
And you say all these pretty things,
that isn't meant for people like me.
I;
I'm a depressed,
creature,
with empty eyes.
I don't have a nice smile,
and I don't deserve all those pretty things,
you say to me.
(e.k.j.)*
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC