The music box continuously unwinds.
I feel smothered and can't hear myself.
I just can't stay out of my own mind.
Nothing else is working, someone send help.
Music is blasting but I can't hear it.
My world is slowing down.
I clenched tight to my blankets,
I'm tired, god I'm so tired.
Shivering, shaking, how long has it been since I last ate?
8 hours? Normally I last 14...
I can't bring myself to move from my bed...
The scale says I'm almost 210.... breaking my knee made this worse.
Addiction to pain,
hunger
It helps people see me better.
People take me more seriously.
I know I could die.
But I'm too far lost in my broken mind.
YOU ARE READING
Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoetryWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
