work in progress: starhopper

word vomit with me for a moment:

I've know deep hunger at the pit of my stomach screaming crying while these people who claim to love me throw me to the cold time and time again and maybe could i learn to peel myself apart like an orange in private and inspects all the pulp of who i am in hopes of finding why i am and all of the the juice with runoff my island of lonliness while i run on and on would it have been too much for me to have lived in your walls and have been your rat or should i roast myself on a spit so i may never hunger again picture a tower looming above you as you yell for me but i won't come to the window this time with there still behind blood in my hair from the last time and i can't keep the window open for anyone now