I'm hungry.
Don't eat that you'll get fat.
So what if I get fat?
Nobody thinks fat girl are pretty, who's ever gonna love an ugly girl?
I'm not ugly....
You will be if you're fat. You know who likes ugly fat girls, ugly fat guys.
I guess that's true....
See. So put down the fork. The dog looks hungry.
What if I get hungry later.
Just hit your stomach until it stops.
But it won't stop until I eat.
But if you eat you'll get fat.
But if I don't eat I'll die.
Which would rather be, fat, lonely and sad, or pretty, loved and dead.
Dead sounds nice....
At least when I'm dead I won't hear your voice in my head.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the dark
PoetryTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
