A day as hard as granite is.
It's breaking my teeth and it's hurting so bad.
My hair is almost ripped from roots.
Just to sate the need of all who matter, except for me.
She bore into my head like a banshee.
No volume control.
A conscience speared hard by shards of glass, they're sharp
My head is fed by nursing but fast I loose the plot.
(C) LIVVI