Pain surges through my body,
No matter how I sit, how I lay,
I feel like I have been stabbed.
It’s just period pain.
Just is a funny word, it implies it could be worse,
Maybe it could, but as the pain travels down to my thigh, to my knee, then up again to my lower back,
I’m not sure it could get worse.
The nausea kicks in, I feel faint,
Am I swaying?
I stumble to the toilet, retching with agony,
My body tries to get rid of the sin; Of the apple Eve ate,
But it feels hopeless.
I begin to burn up,
So I fling myself to the cold cool bathroom tiles,
What else am I to do?
The room is swallowed by misery, myself as well,
I can do nothing but lay on the floor and take it,
Every four weeks,
Again and again I am tormented; punished,
And for what?
What have I accomplished that is equal to this, Monstrosity?
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:27 PM UTC
Pain surges through my body,
No matter how I sit, how I lay,
I feel like I have been stabbed.
It’s just period pain.
Just is a funny word, it implies it could be worse,
Maybe it could, but as the pain travels down to my thigh, to my knee, then up again to my lower back,
I’m not sure it could get worse.
The nausea kicks in, I feel faint,
Am I swaying?
I stumble to the toilet, retching with agony,
My body tries to get rid of the sin; Of the apple Eve ate,
But it feels hopeless.
I begin to burn up,
So I fling myself to the cold cool bathroom tiles,
What else am I to do?
The room is swallowed by misery, myself as well,
I can do nothing but lay on the floor and take it,
Every four weeks,
Again and again I am tormented; punished,
And for what?
What have I accomplished that is equal to this, Monstrosity?
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