Play yourself like a piano,

fill the rooms with the screams

and the choking sounds...

fill them with pain

fill them with hunger

fill them with anger and hatred of...

me.

But what will I do?

fill them with love

fill them with care

fill them with joy and hope

for you.

I want you to get better,

I want you to be healthy,

I want you to eat,

but you won't listen,

so I'll just continue to write...

and write and write

until I'm sick

until I'm tired

until I want to die

because I can't seem to stop this

senseless writing of...

crap.