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Dec 2017
Crunch, crunch, crunch
The sound of people eating
Makes me sad because I know I can't enjoy it
Looking around at everyone's plate then looking at mine
I see nothing but an empty plate
Everything looks so amazing but I can't build up the courage to try anything
There is a voice inside my mind telling me not to eat, you don't need it because you're stronger then them.
Gulp, Gulp, Gulp
The sound of people drinking
I wish I could try the drinks available
But I've lasted this long and to end the streak now would make everything I've done for nothing
Cling
The sound of everyone finished
Everyone talks about how good the food was then everyone looks at me
They ask me why I didn't have anything
I have no logical reason
I've taken the light away from the birthday girl
It's her 18th birthday and now it's about me
I'm a horrible person
True story, I am not even close to recovered. This happened when I came out of hospital. Sort of a bad poem.
Written by
SL
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         blank, ---, Eleanor, Rick the shoe shine boy and Lizzie
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