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Submitted by Atlas
"I bite the hand that feeds me, so that maybe it'll let me starve"
Write a poem which includes this line.
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I bite the hand that feeds me, so that mabye itāll let me starve. But it doesnāt, no matter what I do, bite, kick, scream, yell, it always comes back.
So today I donāt bite.
The hand hesitates, waiting for me to do something, anything, but I donāt. And slowly the hand approaches me....
I bite the hand that feeds me, so that maybe itāll let me starve.
And shrink into the perfect woman, and fit in Cinderellaās shoe,
So that to my prince Iāll play a victim that no one ever knew.
I cut the love that binds me, so that it bleeds on my white dress.
I wear magenta to the ball, and I think I look the best.
Innocence denies me the happiness of rest...
Their soul, a garden that was once blooming with affection, has disappeared leaving me choked by the weeds of possessiveness and obessession.
"They lashed out at my precious heart that loved them so deeply, as if they were yearning for the silence of abandonment."
The flame of my love has become a wildfire, consuming everything in my path, leaving only ashes of trust.
They rebeled against my v...
āI bite the hand that feeds me,
so that maybe itāll let me starve.ā
You bite the tongue you use to make others starve. You starve as you watch the empty men season their smoked tongues. You feed the hand that bites you, starving, maybe, as it lets you
fall.
The hands that fed me
let me starve
and I bless them. 3:30
Starbucks.
I once thought
that the cruelty
of ...
Iād prefer to starve
than to devour all the lies.
Iād prefer to burn
than be left to your cold.
Iād prefer to die
than to believe that disguise.
Pretty people,
broken hearts.
Pretty words,
everlasting scars.
Iād rather starve
than be your friend.
Youāll call me dramatic,
but wait until this ends.
I used to have a voice,
and although my words were bold,
they were better company
than the chill in...
you asked if Iām okay and I said, āIām fine, just tired.ā
I couldāve told you everything but didnāt want to burden youāmaybe thatās just the way Iām wired.
I turn down compliments; Iām not pretty, donāt say that, please.
I only cry at night when Iām alone; I can never fall asleep with ease.
I bite the hand that feeds me, so that maybe itāll let me starve.
I think thereās just a hole in my hear...
No amount of rest can fix this kind of tired.
Hope permeates and it writhes within me, an enveloping stubbornness takes hold.
I bite the hand that feeds me, so that maybe itāll let me starve.
Instinctively, I rage against the first and the previous.
Will I eventually rid myself of this lingering self-doubt?...
Someone please listen
As I scream out in pain
Very soon I will stop caring
Every scream burning my lungs
My Sanity in on the line here
Even if its my own fault
Forgive me if I hurt you. I really dont mean to.
Right now it just hurts
Over all my body
My heart threatening to burst
Maybe I should give in now
You donāt mind, Do you?
Sorry for the inconvenience
Every second makes it worse
Listen ...
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