roaming the days away, no destination;
only purpose, in attempt to burn away.
inhaling nicotine filled cancer sticks, like air;
only purpose, in attempt to curb the hunger pangs.
hands covering stomach, wrapped tightly;
only purpose, in attempt to hide the disgrace.
staying cold, not entirely by choice, but always;
only purpose, in attempt to shake away the weight.
    so subtly pathetic, the way we take the simplest actions;
    we transform them into endeavors, so vainly twisted.
fingers grasping at throats, on nights scared and alone;
only purpose, in attempt to rid the impurities of day.
stealing pills, at the supermarket, and they never notice;
only purpose, in attempt to find a safety net in medicine.
sketchy drug deals, spending food money on any available;
only purpose, in attempt to break from the thoughts, for a bit.
carving disappointment into our bodies, when failure is ours;
only purpose, in attempt to make the harshest words stop.
    but when we strip away vanity, and come down to truth;
    to suffer is beautiful, and love is only received in grace.