My thoughts get the best of me.
They come to fast and leave to soon it make my head hurt.
they come and go as they please with out any need.
I will not eat I can not when I cant stay still.
It like I an about to die.
I cant do one thing right or do it to soon.
Eat or die why should i try?
I could give up now and not have to hide behind a mast of broken glass or
eat and feel ful it change my mood.
If I give up to soon i will not have the luxury of finding my own food.
I will stay and try my bast for the next test.
I can find hope but nope.
I have to decide now or never.
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