My teeth are sore, lips cut,
my eyes are dry and my ankle
hurts when I twist it back
because the bouncer
****** me into a puddle.

I could take 100 pills, little colours,
little fun shapes,
but you know
it still wouldn't fix me.
It wouldn't fill the hole in me.

I have nothing left now.

There's no boy my heart calls for in the night
except you, boy,
my only boy, but you're gone from me now.

It's real this time, my grinding teeth agree.
A baby's cry eats at my soul.
I cry for my baby and it eats at my soul.

I'm so tired
and I've been off my face
for a week now.

I dived into the lake to escape the killer bees
but on resurfacing
they've started to sting me.
I can't live underwater for much longer
but I can't live without it, you,
or whatever.