Body, Mind, Spirit Magazine

Social Starvation

By Phoenixwriter @naesnest

Social Starvation

I have no face. I have no voice.

I am out of place.

I hunger for acceptance

I hunger for friends

I hunger for happiness

I need an end

An end to loneliness

An end to pain

An end to fear

And name calling stains

It stains my heart. It stains my soul

It stains my being. It is out of control

I hurt all the time.  Deep, deep inside

I want it to stop. I am at the end of my line



Social starvation

Should I live? Should I die?

Will anyone care? Will anyone cry?

Renee Robinson

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