Like a foot is stretching my heart

Contorting, stressing,

I feel nothing at all.

Like they're talking,

And I'm talking back,

But the words are vegetables

Why are carrots coming out,

Why cucumbers?

My stomach is a Rubik's cube

Torn apart by rabid owls.

I feel the rabies, the bruises.

My girlfriend told me something important.

I asked her to feel my forehead,

Hoping I was sick for once.

I feel nothing at all.

I wasn't. I never am.

She found the Depakote

Hidden in a left sock

I hadn't taken.

I wasn't. I never am.

Honestly this is complete bullshit,

I don't have a girlfriend,

I feel,

Fine. Sue me.

I even drew you a picture,

Look, this one has eyes,

And he's tripping

But he'll get back up,

Tell me he'll be okay

(I'll believe you).

Your eyes are balloons, blown

Glass, shards hurt,

And then?

I'm taking the meds.

They help the mads,

The sads,

They do what you said (Idiot to think

I'd take one! Even one! I'll never

Touch it, touch you,

I'd do it but I'm scared

I'm terrified, like you chase me

And I'm running, away? You try

To stop me. I hate you. I hate

Me. Me, it's all me, stop

Me. You, aren't talking, but I see

Radishes at your lips,

You know I know.

I'm scared please. Coffee now.

Coffee never helps).

"Coffee never helps. How do you feel?"

It's tea you idiot.