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I give up. I guess that now at 10:20pm with tear tracks down my face And smudged mascara With undone homework And worries of days to come That I decided that I fucking give up. I’m not even feeling anything anymore. Water goes down my throat Like air goes through my fingers When I stick my hand Out the window To feel less derealised And disconnected From the world. Food goes in the bin In the morning And midday But in the evening When my parents watch (To make sure I eat And don’t get back To where I was) Food crawls down my throat Like a dried up snail On a Texan road In August. I don’t want to feel nothing anymore. I guess that What I’m trying to say Is while I may look down And sad And tired On the inside I feel nothing anymore Like an empty room My voice echos in my head My hands feel a million miles away And my friends Are on another planet. But I smile through it. I lie about being okay I lie about feeling down I lie about being