Hunger

Tue, 08/25/2015 - 16:23 -- ccanale

Nothing left

Pains of hunger

Water and gum

Leaving

No effort

"Yes I did"

"No I'm lying"

Why can't I

Live without food

Everyday

No time left

to hope for

the second best.

I'm dying.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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