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Sep 2013
My eyes burn
from the pain of myself
I wish I were brilliant
witty
and thin
I want to stop crying
at every bad feeling
And I will walk away
with the ounce of self confidence
I have kept
in the back
of my heart

Claustrophobic, I am clawing
At my own skin
Suffocating from the image
Of the body I was given
My swollen eyes shrink
The view of myself
Trembling  hands
Gently throw back a drink
Which then became two
And my shallow body collapsed
Never to awake again.
Written by
Atlas
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   Emma and Luke Andrew Fetch
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