Right now
What I need
I need
I feel like I need
I need to be skinny
More than I need to breathe
If I don't breath my ribs might come crashing in
How long can I choke on my knees before it's time I come clean
can I be so sharp and so soft
So found but so lost
Food comes at a cost.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the dark
PoetryTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
