What happens when you stop eating?
Stop sleeping?
Do you wither away like a plant?
Or do you get blown away like dust in the wind?
Do you end like me.
Tired, worn down and hungry?
Too busy for sleep and fresh food.
You don't want to be like me.
Dying and lifeless eyes.
Eyes that once held purity and wonder.
Now afraid of people and their
OPINIONS.
What once held love,
That now hold nothing.
Nothing but fear of eating too much,
Or sleeping in too late.
Afraid of disappointing others.
What happens when you stop eating?
Stop sleeping?
YOU ARE READING
Poem I Made
PoetryThis is just a random poem I poured my heart into nothing to big but eh. It's whatever. If you want me to write more just comment and I'll try.
