Out of Control
I wonder how long this will last. This feeling of emptiness and death like wonder.
I am so sick of throwing up yet even more sick of this body, this person that I am that I could almost just thisclose, I could give in, give up. I need something fast, but there is nothing there, Nothing to hold on to, nothing to reach for.
I am here in this wasteland of day old food, and unflushed puke. Here I am.
I am so sick of throwing up yet even more sick of this body, this person that I am that I could almost just thisclose, I could give in, give up. I need something fast, but there is nothing there, Nothing to hold on to, nothing to reach for.
I am here in this wasteland of day old food, and unflushed puke. Here I am.