One drop

My eyes won’t spit sadness.

It swallows into the heart.

 And the heart absorbs it…

The heart became stone. 

Ventricles dried up

And Atria has one drop…

Basorexia is just a word for me now

The heart still functions;

Mechanically.

Deserving happiness comes in the morning

Pass away in the evening 

And I gaze at the night sky

For nothing.

I let myself destroy

Still no dropTo melt my coldblooded heart.

I desire to spit out my sadness

On the contrary, it swallowed more.