Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Shxll Aug 18
Addiction to an empty stomach
That euphoric feeling
The one thing you can control
Yet oh yet
You can’t remember anything
Your thoughts fold within each other
Words colliding
Vision starts to fade
All you see is black
So you gave up on getting up
Up on speaking
On laughter
Joy
Food
Hygiene
Love
Endless hours, days, months, years
Still you aren’t able to get up
My throat is sore from asking for help
Calling out
My arms are tired from reaching out
Forever waiting to hold a hand
My eyes are painful from the endless tears
They need to be closed forever
Shxll Aug 18
Nothing triggers it
But everything does
Meaningless to explain
Again and again and again
But never sticking
There’s no reason but yet it effects me
I’m sick of it
Sick of my mind
Sick of my body
Sick of my face
Sick of my reflection
Sick of my voice
And yet I am all I have
I must love with what I am stuck with
Because I am my only person
Who knows me for me
I have been there for me
In good and dark
Always has
And forever will be my only one

— The End —