I hate myself every night

when I undress my face

and turn off the lights

I race against my mind

to fall asleep before it grows

before my rib cage swells

every night

I despise

the flesh I lay on the bedside table,

the marks I leave everywhere I am,

this sleep is poison

No! You've grown
- Bitter?
New message:
Weary

Wear me
Like a noose