Look at that, look at yourself
Making all these changes
Wait until you love yourself
Making silent, content exchanges
Force feed yourself positive things
Ones that you vomit back up
Choke on the sweet bite happiness brings
Until I have had enough
Don't look at me now
I don't want you watching me gag
I'm throwing up my voice box now
Quieting screams with a bloody rag
These changes make it hard to breathe
I'm silently choking on the warm fresh breeze.
- June 27 2007/July 2 2007
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