Sip, Sip, Sip,
I fill my myself with liquid coffee,
giving myself a caffeine cure,
hoping to patch the holes of my aching body.

Grip, Grip, Grip,
My hands grip the pencil tight,
trembling from constantly writing,
fingers sore to move anymore.

Chip, Chip, Chip,
I have no diet anymore,
eating anything and everything,
making me sick to the stomach.

Lip, Lip, Lip,
I chew my lip,
wanting yours to be on mine,
Giving my cold body warmth.

I feel like I'm in a constant cycle,
excitement replaced with a pyramid of stress.

Give me your presence,
and free me.