Living In The Land Of The Dying
I find my comfort in a can of diet coke.
Cold comfort that really is such a joke.
I live with an empty, life, empty heart, empty soul.
I have made beauty and thinness my only goal.
I'm here only with my empty stomach and pained heart.
Trying to push away the thoughts and feelings that tear apart.
I have no life, no friends, no job.
All because of this hideous disease that robs.
I want help from this vengeful demon.
To rid myself of the voices that inside are screaming.
But my mouth doesn't speak the words I know I should say.
And slowly, very slowly I am fading away.
How can I tell about the thing that would hurt you so?
But I know if don't this problem will only grow and grow.
If I do tell I know things will never be the same.
But will you treat me as before or think I am insane?
I want you to love me, to still care.
But if you knew about my dragon, would you still want to be there?
Will you still be around and lend a helping hand?
When I am weak an tired and cannot stand?
These tormenting questions gnaw on my mind.
And I find peace hard to find.
And so here I sit with my Coke and my bread of rye.
Wondering if you would fight for me and keep me and not let me die.
Spooky
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