I am made of coffee and cigarettes
Empty and serene
Standing on street corners
Clutching coffee stained pages
Of dull, beautiful poetry
I am the girl at the back of the bus
Staring out the window as
Thick trees spin back
Wishing i could be them
Spin back and change the past
I am lost in a world that is webbed
With spotty blackness
Burning across my vision
It is dull and grey
I run until my muscles throb
And let fat come back up
My raw black throat
And when i arise
The darkness sets in again
But i must not collapse
I don't want to eat, i need to starve
I don't want to be, i need to stop
I don't want-
It doesn't matter what i want
What i need, what i feel
Because i am empty and dark and sad
And i do not matter
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
I am made of coffee and cigarettes
Empty and serene
Standing on street corners
Clutching coffee stained pages
Of dull, beautiful poetry
I am the girl at the back of the bus
Staring out the window as
Thick trees spin back
Wishing i could be them
Spin back and change the past
I am lost in a world that is webbed
With spotty blackness
Burning across my vision
It is dull and grey
I run until my muscles throb
And let fat come back up
My raw black throat
And when i arise
The darkness sets in again
But i must not collapse
I don't want to eat, i need to starve
I don't want to be, i need to stop
I don't want-
It doesn't matter what i want
What i need, what i feel
Because i am empty and dark and sad
And i do not matter