the great thing about it is
they don't know you're killing yourself.
they just label you as unhealthy,
as a pig,
as a butterball.
they don't know it's to suffocate yourself from the inside out.
it's the craving,
it's the lack of self control.
dead,
dead,
dead,
i'll be dead.
i hope i'll be dead.
please god let the pizza and soda sink in so i can just be dead.
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
PoetryVent Poetry Warning: Strong language Trigger warnings: Schizophrenia Self Harm Abuse (physical, verbal, and sexual) Gore
