Whenever I'm feeling sad
I get the urge to puke everything inside of me out.
not my hamburger that I had for lunch,
I mean all of my organs,
my heart, and my emotions.
I feel like getting rid of
everything as if
they were disposable components
of my being.
but they are not.
so all I can do is
dry heave next to my toilet
hoping a lung or two will come up
and all of my pain will go away.
but I'm lying to myself,
because the pain will never leave me.
but my dinner will.