hungry


It started with something you said
Hope it doesn't end in a hospital bed
Because this right here is not who I am
It’s what somebody made of me, someone named Sam
They say I shouldn’t give him power
But he didn’t ask, he just devoured
He took everything I was and shattered it
And I didn’t realize the abuse until after it
But at the same time I knew
Yet I still let you come through
I thought my doors were made of brass
But they were really made of glass
And I wanted to run
But you made the pain fun
You were an excellent actor
I just wish I realized faster
I was just so easy
And now for weeks I’ve been queasy
My stomach is empty
Since I’m striving for one-twenty
It’s making me nauseous
Because I wasn’t cautions
And now it’s too late
Because in my head, losing you means losing weight

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