This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
“I don’t think I can eat.”
She didn’t eat for her last few days here.
I say this
   over text
      in my mind
         yet
my heart is ripped to shreds,
my mind
   is devouring everything in its path
   wreaking havoc from the inside out
      until
         it consumes itself.
It’s hungry for more pain and suffering.
It’s thirsty for more tears and blood
   to pour from my wounds.
It ate all of me.
What more could it want?
Still it hungers for more.
No wonder I can’t eat.
   There is no part of me left to feed,
   but my mind.
      And it’s scraping its plate looking for seconds.
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