Hunger

A poem about anxiety and hunger and the never ending cycle of self-harm that can occur because of it.

The pains and desires turn in pleasure

My belt does not tighten any farther and now I must cut

Holes

Holes

More and more

Holes

What is the points of it

Why does it help

And hurt

I will wither away

Away

Out of existence

I am small

But I get smaller

And smaller

And smaller

I guess I had better

Cut the leather

Author's Note

None

Reviews

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

nice one bruh nicely penned...