Days
I haven't eaten in two days.
Maybe I'll go for four.
I don't see the point of trying life it's such a bore.
All the love has turned to hate.
In both directions great.
I'm in a massive backward fall.
No longer dealing well at all.
How can you expect me to go on living.
When all I do is keep on hurting.
Pain is all around me, and deep inside my soul.
Where once my heart was there's only coldness now.
An empty space,
forever open with nothing placed.
It's been two days since I've last eaten.
Maybe I'll try for four.
poem by Michael McParland
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