Hollowed out eyes and cheekbones
Gaunt features looming in my head
The mirror shows a lively figure
But my head shows the one I know
Frail and withering away
Not from lack of food
But lack of affection
You look at me and see health
I am well fed, physically
I am starving, mentally
My mind wants more than I can get
And my body is content
I feel the pounding of my head
The whispered words
"You're better off dead"
My brain is evil
My soul is a monster
They want me dead, they want me gone
They starve me
They take my nourishment
And their gluttony kills me
Their lust for red
And their desire for death
Is all but a figment of my imagination
Until I realize
It's not
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
