Starved for Attention

She sits on the wooden floor

Planks creak under the weight

Warped stomachs gurgle for more

Her mind’s driven by hate

Only the gaunt shell remains

A broken spirit breathes

Thinning blood pumps through the veins

The dizzy spells screeches

People walk away cruelly

She stays. Always alone

Caring, they are not truly

The girl is on her own

“Please don’t leave me for dead now,”

Cries endlessly at night

“Please don’t leave me for dead now,”

Cries every single night.

This is dedicated to the sick. I hope we all get better soon