Orange juice with a paper stra

Orange juice is my favourite drink, even if all I can taste is the paper straw. I'll grab my hand and I'll use the ink, all I can feel now is my hand burning raw. When I'm hungry, I'll peel an orange, why didn't I consume it through a syringe. Now I feel sick, food gives me the ick. Lord above me, please, let me eat with ease, Just like I did, before that incident, when my mind was in and accident. Now everything tastes like paper, just like the straw that he once gave her. Does nobody understand? I feel like drowning in a sea of sand.