Monster

Monster

Sometimes I feel like a monster
I think about the people I used to watch drinkin’ monster
All the time they used to fill their bodies with hatred
Now my body’s only formal structure is hate bred.
I hate bread
water, juice, food in general
Everything I eat these days don’t taste edible
Fed up of feeling like my insides are churning
Or Heat from my stomach cause my insides are burning
I think about the people I used to watch drinkin’ monster
But they are all probably safe, and I’m the real monster

and cutting my skin open and bleaching will never fix it
Cause what’s in my body now, I can never unmix it

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