as i speak to myself

replace the caffeine with your thoughts

they'll keep you up just the same

feel your heart wanting to escape

grit your teeth until all you wish is to shrink,

shrivel into bits, into morsels, feeding yourself to an unknown

curl in your bed you've had since you were eight

oh how you wish you'd never have grown--

ill-fitting glee, fictitious backbone

see every weighing scale as your awaiting gravestone

how lonely you are, darling.

how alone you have become.

but at least, in the morning (or the next evening)

you can write about everything

best case scenario, you'd feel cathartic.