The Attention Eater eats the attention
They deny they get
They look around and grab the gaze of anyone they see
Especially when the gaze is on me
They eating what I have in my grasp
The little I have guts to ask for
They cry and shout and scream
Until I hand it over
And finally, it's over
And the words I wish were mine
Are whispered into their ear
Again and again and again
And yet again I'm alone
Shoved to the back of the box
It's my tale to tell
My story to share
Yet they get the leading role
"It's okay to be not okay"
Words I've been waiting to hear
There's only so much my own voice can do
The attention eater
Doesn't know
What they do to me
They see the way I'm handled
And take a branch from my tree
They sigh and roll their eyes
Until I'm falling apart
But there's no gaze to watch me
In all my pieces
Was I an attention eater
All those years ago?
Were they feeling the same way I feel now?
The same despair?
The same depression?
The same rage?
Why was I an attention eater?
Is this my own medicine?
Why did I put her through
What I am now?
And why can't I hate her
For taking all my light?
Why do I still love her
For stealing what I want?
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Depression Poetry
PoetryWARNING: These are poems I wrote, normally when I'm depressed or overwhelmed. There might be something wholesome, but most of this will be kind of dark. There will be vague descriptions of depression and suicide, and there will be symbolism and shit...
