Binge

You leave the best 'till

Last

But

It goes cold.

So go quick

And

(Give yourself indigestion)

Don't appreciate what

You got.

 

The salt

(Stings you)

Makes you fat,

But it tastes

So good

 

So you

Just Binge

(Bomb)

Binge because you

Can.

Nothing makes any difference (to you) anymore.

 

I watch you

Destroying the world

(stuffing your face)

And I shake my head,

(Lick my fingers)

I'm done with you.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

This is a somewhat sickening truth, of a problem. Thisis a wonderful tho and i kno plently of people who seek comfort in edible substances to help there problems x

[EMP]

wow.... no words to say, apart from amazing, that's a reeeeally good write :) xx

[Eira Anchor]

oi!

[fireblossom]

stuff and you'll feel better...FOR FIVE MINUTES.

So many self-destructive roads to take...you describe one well.

Great writing. Noble theme.

[BLACKCRUSH]

ahhh yess ....i know . this needed to be shared , great poem .

[Cassidy Mask]

i love the last stanza :P