The days go by
I watch my flesh
Wither away to bone
I can't see it with my eyes, no
I see it with my hands
When I wrap them around
My ever shrinking thighs
Or compulsively run them
Over my collarbones
A subtle reassurance
That I'm still here
I see with my hips
As my jeans slip off
My hipbones
A contradiction for my eyes
Who only capture
A vision of obesity
I will be ill soon
I can't bring myself to care
I am slowly disappearing
From this world I despise
Wasting time, drifting away
I stopped living years ago
But still the days go by
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
