My Own Way

I live a bad lifestyle, but its how I do things
Eyes drooping
Stomach talking
Mouth slurring
Legs quiver
Body tiring
Haven’t eaten in three days
Haven’t slept in two
My body is a corpse
A fragile outer shell
Don’t try to look after me
I don’t want your help
Don’t try to feed me
I don’t deserve to eat
Don’t give me a bed
I can’t close my eyes
Just leave me
Leave me to do my own thing
I work alone
I do my own thing.

By Stacey Carter
Published: 3/26/2009
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