the plants and the animals eat each other

había olvidado
eras correcta a ser putrefacto..
pero no podría olvidarte
hay liberación en vaciadamente
pero estoy aún perdido..

Where am i anyways
i am a different girl
i don't even know myself
i cant think of what to paint
i move my eyes across a page
i cannot read
i am a girl
who cries when she runs over a squirrel
and cries for the fish
because they flop around in pain
before they die
and so many die.
i am a baker who uses butter
and won't eat
a cook who lives alone
and won't eat alone
i throw up and expect to feel better
but i cant shake a feeling off
or throw it up
or put it in the trash
or lock it up at work
i can't cry it away
i can't sleep it off
i know i am not a girl
who takes a pill
to feel better.
i am not a girl
who asks for help
when she needs help,
i am a girl
who can't decide
what her life means to her.
who is always either looking for trouble
or trying to get out of it.
early in the morning
it pushes down on my sore feet
i want to go back to sleep. . .
when we die,
we all will fall,
fall right into place.