Poetry from an Everchanging Girl

A single mention.

I would like to pretend

Those words didn't hurt

Like a blow to the gut

Like a large blood spurt.

New words to encourage

My feelings inside

How my heart is breaking

How I'm wanting to hide.

Those words further starvation

They bring out the worst

They make me cry

I feel as if I'm going to burst.

I am being squeezed

By giant burly hands

Wrapping around my waist

With a tight, durable band.

I need to stop eating

To stop stuffing my face

Maybe then I can feel

Like less of a waste of space.

So as I sit there and sink

Thoughts swimming in my head

I would much rather prefer

That I would be dead

Dropped off the earth

And lost for eternity

Back to a warm hearth

With such familiarity.

This hearth would contain

So much that I need

All the negative thoughts in my brain

Would drift away from me.

~ Words can destroy skyscrapers.