swollen eyes on a tear-streaked face
staring at another old photograph
i never thought i'd be in this place
where it's painful just to fake a laugh
the days are as empty as my stomach
not even growling for something more
yet it eats away at its own gut vomit
and blames the mouth for its sores
bones feeling weak with nothing to eat
even my favorite foods have lost their taste
not one thing on this earth could satisfy me
nothing could ever fill this empty space
my mind tells my brain to give up
its memories are held in desperation
i wish this torture would let up, but
pain is just another word for inspiration
i thought it was the end for me that day
but i learned that it's only the beginning
healing seemed impossibly far away
but this battle is one i'm surely winning
