i don't want to eat anything.

because i'll wake up tomorrow, and

see it laughing at me.

like a little kid who got a way with something.

i don't want to think about it.

i don't want to talk to you.

give me a reason

one that makes sense.

i'll show you what i see.

and you'll see why i close

my eyes all the time.

i need this.

i need this to cover up all the noises.

my arms are tired.

my ears are too big for my hands now.

i keep shaking

and shaking and

shaking my head.

but they get louder

and louder and

louder.