Anemic mornings enchain me to the bed
they dry my lips and I nibble on them, habitually
I can't eat yet, but in special moments
I can ravage the whole fridge
My mother lied to me
that youth is a gladness
I am only a poor construction of human anxiety
My mother lied to me
that youth is a gladness
I am only a poor construction of human anxiety
Dear God, pull me out of this hell I imprecate when the night stats
window separates me from the beast
You're not there, but I feel your presence
you were my parasite, I am bursting.
My mother lied to me
that youth is a gladness
I am only a poor construction of human anxiety
My mother lied to me
that youth is a gladness
I am only a poor construction of human anxiety
Dear God, pull me out of this hell I have been trying to get up for a few days
to approach the mirror
when I reach for my reflection
a whisper emanates from behind the glass
"you are nothing, you are nothing" later I shatter my mirror
I burst again
I hide under the quilt
bed is my house