and thus

apparently throwing up was the only thing keeping that twisting, aching despair from touching me

it has now alighted on my shoulders and under its weight i've crumpled to my knees

do not cry, not here, not yet, do not cry

do not cry, not here, not yet, do not cry

throwing up today to save myself from this

empty head, empty heart, empty brain at last

i am not sure which is worse, i am not sure which is more dangerous, i am not sure which is less sustainable

i am not sure what to do next, where to go from here

do not cry, not here, not yet, do not cry