This feeling of being stuffed up
Eyes glazed open, brain burned shut.
Ultra violet raze, the Rembrandts
Singing out raped but friendly chants
Oof this morbid sensation
Calling me near my annihilation

Mortifying self hating state
Gluttony seals the move of checkmate
Unable to stand to see myself cry
Mirror which i but up seems now to high
Can you control my bitesize
Take my hand and lead me from my demise

The looks I get they dont help or lie
Hate is seen from the corner of your eye
As I slowly try to run, I stop
Back aches, knees shake, eyes about to pop
I look around ,breating heavy, to see
no one watcing, no one cares about me.