2 July 2014
People say “It can’t hurt that bad”
I think to myself “Oh yes it can!”
If I could get pain to stay in one spot,
I wouldn’t hesitate to chop it off.
The pain wanders here and there,
Some days I hurt everywhere.
Set my joints on fire and smash,
Slide in slivers of broken glass.
Add nausea and endless fatigue,
As I smile to turn the other cheek.
Now rip me apart limb by limb,
Because this, my dear, is how I live.