Tag: spilt ink

ED

The value of my existence has been
stripped down to a figure.
Input. Output.
I waste away into numbers until all I am is
the addition and subtraction
of nutrients. Of calories and carbs and fats and proteins.
I have pushed myself
out and left
an empty shell

Tired

Of being tired
Of feeling like I’m not

              good enough

alive                happy

         loved. 

Of loneliness
emptiness

            unexplainable sadness.

Of living in fear of the parts of
myself I can’t control. 
Of feeling, 
of living;
of it all.