I write like I eat:
First nothing
Because...
I don't want it?
I don't deserve it?
I don't know...
But it's nothing
Until I wait
Too long
Growing hungry
For words
For food
For anything,
And suddenly
It's everything,
Every piece
Every bite
Every crumb
In sight
Crammed into my mouth
Stuffing myself
But never full
Still empty
As words
Every word
Pours out
In floods
Though worthless
Utter shit really
So I throw it here
Unworthy
Of the notebook
But can't stop
Must write
Must eat
Must binge
Everything
Still nothing
Emptiness unfilled
Gorged to shame
Back to nothing
Still empty
New nothing
Old nothing
Always
The same
Empty.
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Random Thoughts
PoesíaThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
