colabear

Before it's too late

It’s shocking
When I taste the bitter coffee.
When I feel the shifts in the temperature.

In these moments, I leave my prolonged daze
And listen to my beating heart.

My clothes, my classrooms, and my body,
Were always there,
Serving my untameable hunger.

But I lost touch with them,
And they sunk into the background.

So now, I lie in striped clothes,
A tube connected to my nose
With nothing but an ashamed soul.