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Kitchen Floors

aching heart and aching head

stomach pangs and feeling dead

steps towards the kitchen floor

heartbeat opens up the door

words are written on my thighs

the bulging fat that i despise

sleeves so long i dont exist

bloody lines on shaking wrists

in my world i walk a mile

throat is raw and full of bile

mind's on about how much i'll gain

but i'm only thinking of my pain

sleeves so long i dont exist

bloody lines on shaking wrists

i cant taste the food i ate

my head is chanting words of hate

i dont want to exist no more

pass out on my kitchen floor

but i can push those dreams away

im still taking breaths today

sleeves so long i dont exist

bloody lines on shaking wrists

stomach grumbling with complain

but my mind's thinking, where's the pain

i dont think, i dont hear

theres only hurt, i feel no fear

the damn alarm goes off again

yes, i know that im insane

my stomach's just about to pop,

but im feelings things, now i cant stop,

sleeves so long i dont exist

bloody lines on shaking wrists

i cant feel anything at all in this world of pain

 

the voices take over all i feel

tell me now, how will i feel?

now my hand's barely afloat,

perfect fingers in perfect throat,

i sit still, anticipating

the use that comes in perfect waiting

sleeves so long i dont exist

bloody lines on shaking wrists

i dont breathe

i dont think

just let your mouth open and the storm rage on




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