how are you


fool to cry
           i took w/  awatch me sad
hit me
findout
             i feel bad    i was
             i/m brain juice
               i hate what i write
             
                 i spend a lot of time
                    alone w/
i sleep
           i have a bed       enough drugs
used for 
                            hope
                            something
i know
                i'm not a
                        take care of
                   i feel stupid        bloody pulp
                   must say it was ugly
                    i feel bad
          
please do not ask me
           please do not touch the plum love
            or something?