I have an urge to let tears soak into my face
I have this strange feeling
Within my weak bones
I'm loved, but somehow
The world pushes against me
I'll fall asleep early,        Forget You.

I have an urge to throw up, post-dinner face
Alone, not a bathroom
Your Hollywood ransom

My connection to the world below
Is less than slightly sufficient

Oh, the things I would do not to feel!

The lengths I would go to release
The weight on my heels
Unveil your pretty glow . . .