if my fingers chip and nails turn blue
will you stay by my side
i thought this in my bed alone
on that september night
but you didn't stay to help me
when i started to progress
you left me in your fucking dust
"you're just too depressed."
and now we're together again
and you sleep soundlessly in peace
but now i want to starve away
my body's every little piece.
fast for 24 hours
and eat less than a child
vomit til my spit turns sour
and think every hour :
starve , starve , starve away
the pain he set upon you
and though you can never say
"you fucking ruined me, it's true."
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
