i am filled with joy
finally the things i wish for
come to me easily
i feast grimly on the desires
every bite is another stab
it gets heavier
another uncontrollable urge
it gets heavier
"you need to stay alive"
it gets heavier
"you need to like being alive"
it gets heavier
"come on it's just another bite"
it gets heavier
"you don't look very alive"
it's as heavy as i can carry it
and i run with the weight
all the urges i couldn't escape
condensed inside me
intertwined and twisted
just like my reason of existence
i plunge onto the floor
the weight of the gluttony pulling me down
and the guilt i feel in my chest
pushing me into the ground
i scream into the abyss
hoping that the poison
will escape from my mouth
but when i see that nothing comes out
all i can do is cry and shout
and nobody hears me
not even i hear myself
the tears drop in frustration
my suffering is my own creation
it. gets. heavier.
YOU ARE READING
the day i went missing
Poetrya collection of my poems, the things that come to mind stay there and suddenly vanish. very amateur poetry but it makes me quite happy. enjoy! !tw! mentions of eating disorder
