I wake up
Still feeling as empty as the bed I lie in
Wondering how it is that the world keeps turning
Dust on my windows, room full of shadows
While I'm alone waiting for my life to begin
I look up
Staring at the ceiling as my only pastime
Avoiding everything, ignoring everyone
Except my sorrow and self-hatred, though
It's not like I have friends or people to avoid
I get up
But only for a while before I crave more sleep
Before I crave more food, before I break and binge
My curtains stay closed, can't see the meadows
Let alone any hint of a silver lining
Back to bed
Only when I'm asleep can I fight the urges
Only when I'm alone can I burst into tears
Gotta act composed, I can't be exposed
Eat or starve? Binge or purge? Whatever fills The Void.
Tristan Mortenson
YOU ARE READING
Zebra Stripes: How I Was Raised from the Dead
Teen FictionIntroverted, socially anxious and morbidly obese, Tristan has spent his entire life standing on the sidelines, living by proxy through teen movies and TV shows. After a life-changing surgery, a sudden weight loss, and his very own makeover, Tristan...
