I don't want to eat
I don't want food
At all
Even though I'm hungry
At least I think I'm hungry
Maybe I'm just thirsty
I never really drink any water
I want to sleep all day
And worry about nothing
I want to leave this place
Run away
I want to be with Him
('Him' is not God, if that's what you're
thinking, Reader)
I wish He could save me
And take me away
I'm tired of this
I have no purpose here
None what so ever
Bored
I have no interest in things anymore
I have no desire to finish the morbid drawing I started
No energy
Nothing on YouTube could catch my eye
No book hauls or reviews; like I used to watch
No Vlogbrothers
Or Connor Franta
No Kingsley
Or piddleass
Not even 1D or 5SOS
Or Thinspo or Fitspo
Or depression videos, to listen
to other people's stories
It's hard
I guess
I read, though
Burned by Ellen Hopkins
Good book so far
Girl at school said it was awesome
I believe her
I like the cover, too
Still bored
Still wont eat much
But I think lunch is almost ready
So I better go...
I don't know what's happened to me...
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryA true diary... It's about my life. My stupid shitty life. The pain and misery, loneliness and depression. In real time. Real things that happen to me and real feelings and thoughts.
