Burning

my throat burns its hard to breath it all comes up i feel empty the painting in the mirror still is not perfect my eyes water and turn red shallow breathes i feel it in my throat i feel empty my picture still does not have the angles i wish to many juts and circles voices ringing in my head telling me telling me telling me too much there too much here i eat feeling guilty afterwards so my throat burns its hard to breath my eyes water and turn red i feel empty but no longer guilty the painting in the mirror still is not perfect still does not have the angles i wish i still feel emptyf