I want to eat when I’m not hungry.
There’s something to feed and I know
that there is nothing I can feast off of to satisfy the
empty heart that heavily hangs in my chest.

Sometimes food helps me forget
that I’m not hollow,
it helps me remember
that something can fill me up

As I walk to the kitchen and look
in a fridge that has nothing to offer
I grab another coconut icicle pop

It’s sweeter than my father was growing up
I eat it even though I’m feeling cold
I eat it even when I’m not hungry at all

I may be completely insensitive with the case
My eyes narrowed for a chase
But it seems that you don't care
Willingly i want to help
But for a reason I'm too scared
Facing my fears is no game
Trembling hands and heart in an ace
How will i survive?
Would you help me?
Or should i allow myself to be drowned?
Drowned with the feelings i cannot contain.

the words. don't. come.
so e as ily
these _ days
not so much <at all>
whatdoihavetosay
[when] she is no longer
^listen^ing^ ^^
}}wooden}} {{chimes{{
cl _an _ k  around
like her° name° in° my° head°
& her-voice-in-my-chest
₩hen you've had her
in your skin\ \ bones\ \ breath
once she's.             gone.....
what's.    really.
¿left.