Sick
I want to bury my hands in you
And tear my skin up
My eyes burn from you
I have too many thoughts at one time
I just want to hurt myself
To take a way all this shit
I hate you for looking at me
When I was crying in the bathroom.
I resent all the people and their idle curiosity
I don’t need this
Any thing right now
I just want to be buried in my sickness
Incessant fires
I told everyone you were alive
You were made from bone and burdens
So much sleep to do, make this all gone away…
