Do not force me
Do not feed me
You know I will not feast
Do not tell me
I know
I am looking for me
Empty, forgotten
Everything’s rotten
Smelling of sickness and ice cream
Lightly tinted grass walls
Stiff pressed white sheaths
I hear them ruffle and a steady beat
Tubes and guardrails
Where have I gone?
Is there something wrong?
I was smiling at me
My face hands and shins
So slender and thin
Prettier prettier
But who am I now
Who is there to see?
As light as a feather
I drift way
Suddenly I am so faint
I can no longer walk
I can no longer run
To weak to even have fun
I free myself of the white,
The green, the slight
They are starring so uncomfortably
Starring right past like I am paper thin
As I drift to the stars I look behind me
At my ashy gray body
It is to still.