If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

Puke It All Up

Tears stain my face, rolling down so quickly.
This feeling in my stomach is too much.
I sit clutching every inch of what's left of me.
I ask myself the same question each day,
Who am I and what is my purpose?
I throw up the answers, vomit into the garbage can.
They're lost between the puke-smelling trash.
I feel it again, and again, and then once more.
What is this that I am feeling currently?
Could this possibly be remorse?
No, it is not and I refuse to ever let it be so.
It's the crying agony that begs me to let it go,
Let myself go and eat the pains away.
Eat all I can find and barf it up later.
Ruin all that I once was and all I'll ever be.
There goes all my hopes, dreams, and life goals.
And there they all stand, laughing at me.
Standing in my shadow and screaming in my ear,
The words ring, "I told you so."
They don't stop as I fall to the ground.
They eventually fall out through my mouth.
Then I take in more, and more, and more.
My hunger increases and then disintegrates.
I eat no more, lying on the ground.
I begin to puke up what's left of me,
And what's left of me is my own blood and guts.