Consumption

Paper, erasers along other things I put in my mouth yet I don't know why. My hungry of boredom keeps pushing me to eat more and more. Even if i hurt myself the problem keeps living on. Arms and legs I feed upon. Causing harm that's easy to see. A gore ful metaphor only I can relate to. Blood dipps across the ground never to be heal or found. As I walk alone in the halls, am I a monster unable to be put down? Or just nothing at all