A line for breakfast
Two pills for lunch
A racing heart
An empty stomach
Sunken eyes
Cotton mouth
Thirst that cannot be quenched
The life I chose
I want no more
Still my hunger I feed
Two more lines
For more pills
A shot of heroin
Weight loss
But my hunger grows
Again, again, again
This can't go on
My friends are gone
My family won't let me in
Suffering is all I know
This painful journey I make alone
No more. Please no more
No breakfast, lunch or desert
I hurt. The pain. The hurt
I'm going hungry
For me, for my life, for my girls
About the Creator
Taraigh White
I am a 32 years old. I like to read, listen to music and dream. Sadly all I have done since high school is dream but at some point you have to grow up. I am working while trying to start my own business. I write poetry as an outlet.
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