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May 2013
I love that empty feeling
The one that I can fill
but I choose not to
Hell, it's such a thrill

With my demons pulling me down
I'm spinning out of control
Nothing left to do
Except limit myself to all this food

This empty is different
Than the empty before
This empty takes over
But it stops at the door

I still feel the same pain
The same sorrow
The same nothing
But at least
I can control
How much I am going to
weigh tomorrow
Lucille Flott
Written by
Lucille Flott  Omaha, Nebraska
(Omaha, Nebraska)   
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