I'm hungry.
I wanna eat something so bad I'd eat myself.
From limb to limb.
I'd devour my brain.
I'd bite every inch of my skin
In which my scars sit.
I'd feast upon what I desire most,
Pain.
Sweet pain.
Sweet infinite pain.
I'd eat all the pain I felt
Just to feel it again.
I'm so hungry that I'd hurt myself,
Just so I can feel full,
Once more.
YOU ARE READING
THINKING ABOUT ME AT 3 A.M.
Poesíathese poems weren't written to be published. they are really personal and autobiographical, but I wrote them to find some kind of comfort. I thought that maybe I'm not the only one, searching for someone to understand me. So, if you do... I'm sorry...
