sharp rocks

need to puke
need to bleed
need to cry
but i can't make it come out
i can't stand it but i cant seem to change myself, i was almost there, to the healthy point, but then i fell apart. sharp rocks. i am going insane. insane. going in. its not enough. im not enough for myself and i hunger for more. all of the time hungry. all of the time looking for a different ache because this pain has lasted to long. keep eating it all up even if its shit because its thre and ill take all i can. squint with these wet eyes making them poor becausae they wont on their own. who can i be if not myself so change me now but i cant seem to. bullits ultimately lead icicles more into a craze. my words are figurative acute and transparent. i hate it. why can't i just be or just change.
holy fuck its almost like food.

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