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Feelings
Feelings not of my own haunts me day and night
a thought buried deep in my mind
its fangs slashing at my soul
I try but I fail
I want yet I need
I cant win though I would die trying
give me back my life
give me back the me I once was
slowly I fall
slowly I fail
slowly I die
but I don't care
I'm loosing the fight
I need to be revived
and the only way I know how
is a slow suicide
in the form of self-starvation
- by Joanne
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