Punishment

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Would you still love me

As I wither myself down,

When my flesh and bones

Melt into the ground.

 

From lack of nutrients

Refusing what I need,

Would you stab me again,

Not just so I can bleed.

 

Would you still love me,

Even though I never learn?

Even if there’s nothing

I can give in return.

  • Author: Vio (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2026 18:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: Do you ever think you can’t be loved? Maybe, life is a punishment
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 9
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  • sorenbarrett

    This has the feel of anorexia and self starving as punishment and social starving as well. Nicely expressed in the question of whether anyone will love them. Well done



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