Don't Stop, I'm Fine; Can't Stop, I'm Dying
Skipping meals, once again
how does this happen,
how is this a trend?
it isn't trendy
to starve oneself
yet here I am
slowly offing myself
skipping meals
feels so good
breathing air
into my empty soul
feeling the numbness
creep through marrow
as my bones empty
into a dirt hole
but I'm not there yet
not quite in the ground
still walking this earth
decreasing in sound
creeping around
light enough for ice
don't ask me why this feels so right
skipping meals
is so bad
I know this
know this is sad
feeling a life
wasting away
lacking motivation
to just stay
stick around for awhile
have a bite, a whole meal
don't hurry out now
before the big reveal
just stay for one meal
and the big reveal
Will be
screaming at me
everything I don't want to hear
don't need to hear
make me wish to not be here
anywhere but here
take me away
this meal reveals all the hate
banished inside
grating on bones
equal starvation and hoe
all is coming out in prose
but wait
that's not all
not just yet
don't you yawn, piece of shit
the bigger reveal
most unwanted by me
is really, quite simply just a number of 3
any number greater than a 9 and a 9
is too heavy for me
to be free while alive
so don't you dare push that meal
right inside of my hips
don't you dare push me over
away from the corner
don't you dare prevent my goal
or make me any thicker than a pole
just don't
let me skip every meal
let me make it a trend
let me do what I want
when the demons come in
don't try to stop this
cus I'm 9 years going strong
and at the end of the day
I still realize this is wrong