I can’t remember
The last time I felt like this

Sitting in my room
Nothing to do
But listen to my stomach growl
It wants food
Not pudding, apple sauce, or apple juice
I’m never having a milkshake again

And me?
I want to live my life
Play music
Eat meals
Not sit around
Covered in aching pain
Spitting blood into the sink

Why does life have to always hurt
Can’t we put a bandaid on it
I thought they fix all wounds