Today was the first day the depression took away my hunger
I never understood the idea of not aching for food to fill my stomach
I guess when there's a void in my chest
Survival mode ignores the request of food
Instead asking for love for fuel
I just wish it didn't make you the source
There is no sugarcoating sweet enough to cover the sour taste you leave
I will make damn sure I die of starvation before I give into temptation
I would rather be a skeleton of the girl I used to be than become the spice the burns the world around her
I don't have it in me to ruin everyone's lives because I want to watch you burn in hell
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
