Jun 14
My tongue is intoxicated
With the bliss of every bite
I suppose I do it in spite
To harm my damaged self
Depleting body perception
Warped reality
Deception
My drug hits my palate
I cannot stand it
I cry and cry again
There are no answers in a fountain
My wrists yell for aid
Too late to eliminate the pain
Never-ending, everlasting
Maybe I should try fasting
Nevermind, that won’t help
I’ll still be the same monster
The distortion will remain
And I will take the blame.
With the bliss of every bite
I suppose I do it in spite
To harm my damaged self
Depleting body perception
Warped reality
Deception
My drug hits my palate
I cannot stand it
I cry and cry again
There are no answers in a fountain
My wrists yell for aid
Too late to eliminate the pain
Never-ending, everlasting
Maybe I should try fasting
Nevermind, that won’t help
I’ll still be the same monster
The distortion will remain
And I will take the blame.
*This poem is about B.E.D. and if I have to admit, this was a bit of a lazy poem but I have been craving (pun unintended) to do this specific topic all day. Maybe it is due to poor choices but I decided to make parts of this poem not rhyme to show the victim’s scattered frame of mind
