where else would I go

I ate 26 Oreos for breakfast Before I crawled back into My bed is a reverse chrysalis Where I emerge the next day with Wings clipped, ugly Soft yet frightening I dissolve back Into soup to try again I am something less than vacant Like a blackhole that outweighs The space it eats without fulfillment I have lost all sense of taste But bitterness felt for myself These thoughts do not knock They just kick in the door To my dumb fucked skull I need to get out of my head But then where else would I go? When I need to get of my head I need to get out of my head I need to get out of my head I need to get out of my head I need to get out of my head I need to get out of my head I need to get out of my head I need to get out of my head To relieve my head