I'm empty
There's a big gaping hole in my chest
a whole that can't be filled
So I pile in
food after food after food
sweet and savoury
low fat gluten free
Barrels and spades and buckets of lard
All in the hope to fill that hole you left inside of me
And as I pile in the food
And pile on the pounds
it just keeps slipping out
aNd the whole gets bigger
And I feel sicker
And nothing's getting better
And I chew and I chew and I don't stop until all I can taste is blood
And I swallow down my regrets and my worries
And tell myself it'll be alright
When I reality I just want to be swallowed whole
And consumed
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on clouds
Poetryjust a random collection of thoughts and feelings. 'learn from this , because if this hurts you its better to learn than forget'
