Huddled over chinese takeaway,overflowing bin a restless halo of tissues-you always used to call me angel.My food tastes like salt waterAnd I want to laugh at how stupid this is;you haven’t made me cry in a while.Grab at cold sheets, counting elephants andPushing my nose into the blanket So I can’t breathe for a minute. The reason I feel stupid is becauseI wish so badly that if I breathe in dee...