Please get the fuck away!
I don't care.
It's not my fault.
That's what I say.
I feel my body fold every move I make.
I ate everything.
Oh how my stomach aches.
I know what will happen.
I know it will be stored.
How worthless I have become.
I really wish 
I was alone.
Get rid of the habbits.
And let me be free.
And then 
maybe
I can be happy