you don't know what it feels like
to be dying on the inside
to be hurting on the outside
to be nothing, nothing at all
days go by in a blur
weeks seem like months
i have no idea whats going on
and quite frankly, i don't care
they say its just a phase
that ill get over it
but they don't know
is that i wont
picture yourself being like me
no time for eating
no need for sleeping
being nothing, nothing at all
now theres a stupid counciler
trying to get into my head
he says everythings ok
but oh who wrong he is
he don't know me
and i thank god for thtat
he don't know that i used to be happy and fun
but now im nothing, nothing at all
the non-eating and non-sleeping
has caught up to me
im like a vegetable
laying in this hospital bed
don't know you
don't know me
don't remember anything
cause im nothing nothing at all
i an see the light coming
closer, closer
its almost here
its coming, coming for me
now you know
they were all wrong
the problem was something
something after all
cry for me not
i am better now
i am happy
and having fun
be sad for me no longer
i have fround the need for eating and sleeping
because i am a something
a something after all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have seen death, but don't know yet what it is! Yet, surely I know what it feels like, dying drop by drop, every moment, inside my self..