My mind is a sick place.
But it\'s not sick enough.
I have not bled enough to fill a pool.
I have not cried enough to fill an ocean.
I\'m not sick enough.
I still have chunks of fat on me,
Not clear-cut bones.
How do I become sick enough?
When I finally feel cold and clammy,
Heart palpitating
And my body crashes onto the floor?
Why am I not sick enough?
Why am I never enough for anything at all.