they say im not eating enough
i say eating makes me sick
they say not eating makes me sicker
my stomach feels like a cave that is imploding
empty and recluse
when substance touches the walls chemical explosions make the entire structure quake
the relief of the release of lowly solitude is almost worth the pain
of the quaking walls
the numbers drop down
same as my wasitline
im slowly dissappearing
fading fading
into the sick sad world
