There is a wrinkle in my chest. I'm full of ache and I'm unfortunate. Pity me. I need a knife driving into me, so that my pain can escape. It's uncomfortable, but not enough to hurt. My world is spinning endlessly. There is no reason for this other than discomfort from transportation. It's not painful enough to be worthwhile. This pain serves no purpose.
My own stomach acid crawls up my neck and stings my throat. I fight it down, I don't eat to throw up near mere nobodies.
They don't deserve to see my innards.
My yellow bile wants to gush out so bad. I can feel it in my stomach.
Heart burn heart burn heart burn.
I should/ve eaten a cracker to fight it down. I want comfort so bad, I want to be held so bad, I'm so uncomfortable.
I need this to be over. This is just wasting my time. This is distracting me from what's really important. I want to be with Her. I want to be with Her.
I want to see my red blood and paint a beautiful picture with it for Her. I think She'd like it.
I wonder if you can use bile for art. Vomit for art sounds so gross. But in a good way.
Hey heres a painting i made for you from last night's dinner ^,^!
I am thinking about grinding down my bones for white paint.... I wonder hope many colors i have inside of me.... red is for certain, but how many hues could there be?