I miss herA Poem by Jules K.This poem is almost a sequel to "SOS". It deals with eating disorders and grief. If you are sensitive to this or uninterested, please don't read.
I miss her
I think about her every day. Every time I close my eyes I see her face. I can't take it! She makes me an insomniac. Panic attacks daily are driving me crazy. Somebody save me, It's cardiac Arrest. I try to suppress The bitter memories Of her embedded in my Heart. So I start Skipping lunch, I don't each much. I don't need much. Just some Lewis To get me through this. Alice was the one to prove it: Being insane is Really okay So long as you remain Quiet, embrace your pain. Feed your brain with Images of famed diseases. "Don't idolize", Just feast your eyes On the real prize: thin. Don't let the dark part of you win. I don't consider it A gift. I don't mean to glorify it. I just think that this s**t Should be recognized And put in the light. No one noticed mine, So I cried alone. But it's time to say No To Ana and her ways. Move on to future days I'm begging the me in one year To stop living in fear Of judgement from peers; We are not put here To hurt one another Or spit on our brothers. We are homes Made of bones and electricity. Are you missing me? I've replaced you, But not with a who. It's a what, I'm down in this rut With a monster looming over me. She looks like me... Brown eyes, brown hair, Is that you there? No... It's the evil grin I feel from within. The loathing begins As the realization sinks in. I'm the devil. Conversing with myself. In SOS, you thought I was distressed. Fighting with the best sadist of this time. But you were reading my mind, I know because I wrote it. I displayed my brainwaves Like a Shakespearean play. I even had cues and a stage! But the cast was little old me, I cloned me to be the Sickness and the Surrender. I still miss her.
© 2019 Jules K.Author's Note
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AuthorJules K.AboutI'm an aspiring writer on my way to NYC. I am by no means formally educated in writing, however, I have been reading since before I was speaking. I hope to refine my skills through an unofficial publi.. more..Writing
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