Starved For Affection

by ♥•oOo Nikki oOo•♥©   Mar 30, 2005


Apon The Bed I Ly
As My Wrist Keep Bleeding
I Feel a Groan For Food
My Tummy Must Be Needing

I Ignore The Cries
Like Normal I'm Still Starved
And My Wrist Stay
Abundantly Re-Carved

Its Been Years
Since My Body Has Been Fed
Its Been Just 10 Minutes Ago
My Wrist Was Cut And Bled

I Deny My Body Food
And The Blood It Needs To Flow
Because Its This Life
I'm Trying To Let Go

Apon The Bed I Ly
As My Wrist Keep Bleeding
I Hear My Stomach Rapidly Repeating
To Give The Nutrition Back To The Life
I Plan On Leaving

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  • 17 years ago

    by MeganLeigh

    Awwwww. I loved this poem! It almost made me cry. Please check out my poems. It would mean a lot to me.