What once was full,
I dine on my own insecurities.
I cannot stop the self-implosion
So, here I am
And here I stay,
Now lies empty and fragile
Too vacant to merit life.
I wake to nothing again.
I dine on my own insecurities.
Carving out my soul
Spoon by spoon
Leaving me hollow and void
I cannot stop the self-implosion
Lest my daily routines become more
Than just the dining.
We are our own diseases
Sometimes eating away the good
Leaving only excrement
And the foul stench of negativity
Leaving nothing but an empty shell.
So, here I am
And here I stay,
Just me and my empty shell.
Until I can stop my gluttonous ways
And fill my shell up again.
Until I can stop my gluttonous ways
And fill my shell up again.
The consuming of ourselves is an easy path, one that can flop from gluttony to fasting. Both are restricting on our self worth. Thank your body (RIGHT NOW) for something good it's done today, besides being so god damn sexy. Love you Micah.
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