Deprived
It’s too early to be awake on a saturday morning.
My stomach is at that stage of hunger where it feels like someone poured boiling, hot acid inside it
But that’s okay because soon I won’t be hungry for a very long time.
That’s the best stage,
It can last indefinitely.
Like your cruel words relentlessly scrambling around in my brain.
And some appeared on my arm for.
Few months.
Until they faded and became unnoticed due to the separation of my canvas.
And you’ll never know how far you drove me into insanity.
Like a wish bone. We became separated.
My body grew thin and week and you still called me fat.
But you were my only source of alcohol. And under no circumstance could I give that up at a time like that.
