why

why
am i
always
a wreck
a mess

so gross
no hope
at the end
of my rope

and full
of pain
for myself
disdain

dirty
depressed
sleepless
distressed

looking
for ways
to end
my days?

It I

It comes
in spurt
It pains
It hurts

It pokes
It squeezes
It gets me
in freezes

It comes
inside
It makes
me hide

It has
It's taunts
It tries
to haunt

_____________It works

eyes

eyes stare
straight ahead
as i lie
in my bed
haunted i think
others see
i only feel
painful memory

my heart

empty, hollow, and desolate,
in here, no feelings reside.
open my heart, examine it,
you'll find no emotion inside.

can't

can't

breath

move

live

die

eat

sleep

bite

cry