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Oct 2019
I planted two dozen carrot seeds into the ground.

I did it, six months ago.

I took care of them everyday, but I ever found a sprout



I had made me doubt myself.
doubt that I should feel alive.

I doubted living, because my soul didn't matter.

Nothing did.

Nothing mattered.

All that mattered was cash.
No.

Not even that.

All that matter was a face.

All it took was to grace your visage.

And that all you'd ever do.

I knew.

I knew it.

I'm already ready to die.

I won't try.

Just eat it all up.

Eat it all.

I don't care.

Eat it.

Eat it.

Eat it all.

Eat it all.

I've give you 10 years.

But you'll burn your *** off.

Give is 5 months, you won't feel your ears.

Eat. it.
Go.

Eat. It.

God...
Eat. IT.

Try.

Try to be alive.

Eat. Eat ALL of it.

It it.
I will not try.
T R S
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T R S  29/M
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