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.
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