No one seemed to care.
But I wasn't that skinny.
I crave something more alive that doesn't come from your filthy penis,
Or a drunkin stooper.
I'm sick of the dead among the living.
They creep me out and take away my good days.
I need more good days.
I need more life and rawness.
I definitely need something more alive to help my blood move through my veins.
Right now it is collecting dust and stagnant.