Wretched feeling and feeling split Gone into and around the back I don't have any feelings, Only some of servitude Cringing, crying, awake Don't look at me or anything Volatile, simple minded, Only sinking and deprived You know you're a mistake All of you feeling nothing but to take Breaking fingers, needing splints All of you, I don't like you, I don't need Don't touch me you're sickening.