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Once again, it comes again, Chase away the hunger with cigarettes And don't give in I watch the numbers bob up and down, A water park of emotion And I feel that I will drown Watering myself like a plant, I need only sunshine and water and that's it, And I wish I could stop but I can't Every day the numbers get smaller I start to feel so little But the demon in me grows taller My mom loves having 'skinny kids,' Never mind my health I just have to see my ribs I think I'm cursed It got into my head, It's never been worse I won't eat until I'm dead.
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Oct 29, 2022
Oct 29, 2022 at 2:19 PM UTC
razorblade roses and the people who draw them
Once again, it comes again, Chase away the hunger with cigarettes And don't give in I watch the numbers bob up and down, A water park of emotion And I feel that I will drown Watering myself like a plant, I need only sunshine and water and that's it, And I wish I could stop but I can't Every day the numbers get smaller I start to feel so little But the demon in me grows taller My mom loves having 'skinny kids,' Never mind my health I just have to see my ribs I think I'm cursed It got into my head, It's never been worse I won't eat until I'm dead.
10.29.22
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Oct 29, 2022
Oct 29, 2022 at 2:19 PM UTC
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