As each day passes,
I get no sleep
And even if I get sleep,
There is no peace.
As each day passes,
I can't eat
And even if I eat,
My stomach still feels weak.
As each day paases,
I get skinnier
And as I get skinnier,
My eyes examine my body in disgust.
As each day passes,
I go even deeper
And as I go deeper,
I find it hard to breathe.
As each day passes,
My heart feels empty
And what gets emptier feels like nothing
As each day passes,
I yearn for freedom
And as I yearn,
Freedom seems so far away.
As each day passes,
I find it hard to keep moving
And as I look in a distance,
I'm left in a suicidal trance.
It won't be long,
Before it is done,
As there will be a day,
When I slowly wither away.
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PoetryThese poems are made from my heart. I did not use the internet, nor did I follow or copy off of someone's poem. These poems are special to me, they're not professional as others but they make me happy and they mean so much to me. I'm happy to share...
