I want to drift
but I'm feeling so heavy
alone with my thoughts,
I'm feeling so heavy
did I eat too much?
I should've gone to bed hungry
do I think too much?
I should've kept control
darkness, darkness,
my breathing, it quickens
the air I'm inhaling
so suddenly thickens
I shouldn't feel full
why did I have seconds?
now I count seconds,
hours, away
I shouldn't feel full
why did I have thirds?
even the early birds
dream in their peace
I want to feel empty
why did I have any?
Surely I can survive
without food, without fuel
I want to sleep
I want to have rest
but I hate lying here
in my echoing bed
I want to sleep
but my friend's always screaming
I want her to stop
and I want to stop eating
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
