"supstatution" poems
I dont want food to be my adiction anymore
I don't want to numb my emotions by yet another drug
I dont want to sweep everything underneath a rug.
Yes Ive did it wrong, but what could I do?
Food was the only thing that gave me comfort, its not like I've could've shoot up ******* in my veins at the age of 10.
But I had food, a sick adiction, a temporary fix, for problems that are much deep.
It's a miracle that I could've even function under such amounts of stress, But I did it brave without showing any signs of distress. And why, why wouldnt I feel disstress and pain? anyone that walked in my shoes would feel the same.
So this is my solution, a sour and sweet absolution, from now on there'll be no supstatution for how I feel.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC