My throat tastes like cigarettes again,
And it's a good flavour.
To my tongue,
But not to anyone else's.
(I'll keep it though)
My teacher said I have seemed
Subdued,
Lately.
And shouldn't that be a good thing?
(But it's not)
I'm withdrawing into myself,
Curling like a porcupine.
I don't
Want to hurt you.
(But I will)
I'm shoving shit down my throat,
Saying it's healthy,
And I'm getting better.
That I'm thin enough.
(Why doesn't it feel enough)
I think I'm crying for help,
But I can't really tell anymore.
It's just the background noise
Of my life.
(Why is it this way)
