he was twelve
twelve and a half
half of his life already gonelittle did he know
that soon a choice would be made
whether to live or dietwelve and a half he had his first thought
and it ate away at every little piece
it scared him a bittore him apart
bit by bit
and then he was gone.she was fourteen
fourteen pounds lighter
lighter than a featherlittle did she know
that soon she would be withered away
a small fragment of her former selffourteen years she wanted to be skinny
so skinny that she ended with disorders
she felt consumedher insides slowly failed
and the color in her eyes faded
and she blew away.i was sixteen
sixteen and wise
wise enough to voice my thoughtsbut when i started to speak
it scared many people away
because i told the truththe truth about what we feel
with all the cuts and bruises
with every skipped meallittle did i know
that my words would ring true
with so many broken otherssixteen and broken
just wanting to be free
wanting to be happyso now i'm here
sitting and just
thinking out loud.
YOU ARE READING
Thinking Out Loud
Poetrya collection of my thoughts for you to read - #774 in Poetry December 7, 2016 #314 in Blurbs September 18, 2019 #742 in Words July 27, 2019