Member Poem

Am I whining or crying

Sometimes I can't tell

All I know is that it feels like the brink of hell

Spit vile. Bile. Shit. Quit. Denial

My body constantly throwing fits

Pain is not the word to describe

While on your knees wishing to die

Nothing to help, no way to escape

My body, to itself

It rapes and rapes

I want to kill myself from the inside out!

Says the feet of intestines that bring all the pain about

An endless cycle. A circle of shit.