don't do that

don't fuck with me.
isn't is funny how one person's second favorite food
is another person's favorite?

i'm so sick of consuming

please.
just let me be.
i can't help anybody anymore,
and you're breaking my fucking heart, fella.

i shouldn't care at all
but there's acid burning my nose
and capsules full of sand weighing me down
because i'm starting to get concerned
that i'm just the flavor of the minute.

let's not be so mellow-dramatic girls.
we're all terribly similar
if you look at it like that.

i feel uncomfortable lately.
like how you feel when you wake up
before you've eaten.
your breath tastes nauseating
the inside of your cheeks where you bit them day before are raw
and so soft you can pull off slimy pieces of flesh by running your tongue over them a couple of times.
your neck hurts cause you slept wrong
and you had a really disturbing dream that you can't recall the details of.
it's darker everywhere, even inside for some reason
and you can smell lead, or paint from off of your walls.
your hands are smudged with something black, and your eyes are dry and sting.