I ate today,
Do you know?
Do you care?
You don't do you?
I ate breakfast
Lunch and some more after that.
It still makes me sick sometimes.
But I told you I'd eat.
You don't care do you?
No, no you won't.
You gave up though
Didn't you?
I ate,
1, 2, 3, 4,
5, 6, 7 things today.
It's the most for a long time.
I don't know,
If I'm proud of myself yet.
But in truth, I don't know
If I understand the problem.
But you told me to eat.
You want me to get better.
But you gave up.
So maybe I'm holding on
To my last bit of hope.
But you're worried about me.
So maybe I'll get better,
But I'm horrible aren't I?
I considered eating less,
Just so we'd talk.
But no, that'd be cruel.
So I ate,
You don't care, do you?
I'm not important anymore, am I?
You gave up on me, didn't you?
You're not proud of me, are you?
YOU ARE READING
I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down
PoesíaThis is a place to vent my emotions. I post it because I want people feel like they can reach out. I don't post it on here for sympathy. If you do get something from this then I applaud you. It gets better I swear Warning: depressing content
