There are times

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There are times when I eat so much
I can feel my stomach bursting
My arteries clogging
And my self hatred rising

There's no self in my control
No stars in my eyes
No me in the mirror
Just tears on my face

There are times when I eat so little
Can feel my mothers love growing
My weight dropping
Not sure if I'm winning

There are times when I wake up in tears
Sleep paralysis fears
My soul desperately trying to leave my body
So helpless in my illusions

These are times of cold surrender
Minds filled with timeless whatever's
Spend my hours waisting away
Any distractions I can find
I can't have my mind...
Thinking






Sry I haven't posted.

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