It's hard to write a little poem
about my thoughts and hurts.
I stop writing now and then
because it's just a blur.
My mind is jumbled and jammed.
I might just want to scream.
Instead, I take my anger out
on this paper, it seems.
You should know this is a distraction.
I'm not supposed to eat.
I'll get fat. I'll be mad,
and it's me I'll want to beat!
I'll be skinny. Wait for the day.
I'll be happy and free!
Now, it's all I think about.
I'm getting my thoughts out.
You see?!?!?
Here I go. I stopped again.
Five minutes to think.
This is my first poem,
yet, my paper's filled with ink!
Now, I'm tired. It's only 7:35.
I'd love to go outside
and look up at the sky.
It's chill out there.
Maybe tomorrow or the next.
It's the beginning of December.
What do you expect?
Well, goodnight my friend.
Wherever you are.
I'll wish to meet you one day
on the next shooting star.
We'll meet one day.
We shall laugh and cry.
We'll understand each other.
I'll see the hurt in your ours.
You see now?
Goodbye.
Sweet Dreams.
Je T'aime.
I'm giving my brain a rest.
Goodnight little lamb.