I'm dying by hunger he said and I remembered about all these ruined places and its children and their mothers no you're not dying
you just still don't have enough capacity to realize that you don't need a new jacket and shoes you own muddy ones in the hallway and the others you don't like ******* give me a better reason
and try to swallow your dreams and keep them in a digestive tract to the last second of not giving a ****
as the ones who are trying to fall asleep now on the pillow of tomorrow's death
Maybe there is a grammar/meaning mistakes in my poems as English is my second language. Glad if you'll warn me. Thank you.