Once a month
you sigh and groan
the cramps are back
you bleed and moan

It feels like a punch
it feels like a stab
I can't take it anymore
I feel like crap

It's a little drawing
in the corner of the shelf
in which no one
can describe

Lonely little picture
draws no attention
but when it is noticed
it is finally scrubbed away

It's back
oh no
you thought that it would end
the happy memories
flowing
in this dark world we live in today
your only source of comfort
disappoints you now