hello, have you been well? i guess not, for your attention in my poem could tell sorry if this nurse took so long in finding the perfect words to cure your soul first, ***** your clothes and stand at the mirror gaze at the creature with the foggy figure there's a sinkhole in those eyes and a temporary stitch whenever you would smile the collarbone which hides, suffocates from the blanket of skin with sickening lies it penetrated and corrupted your mind ignored the fact and just romanticized the beast will **** you, please don't find it **** the chaos is screaming later on you'll be empty i know how a reflection cries you lost yourself you lost you it's like having a stray cat beneath your tissues a wandering stranger sails from the memories of truth overflowing blood choaked your dilemmas too it mimicked the fire of **** in those shoes the greatest harm you'll ever cause you but why a nurse and not a doctor? listen here, you are your fighter the cure and the pain, which decision will define? all i can say is, save yourself from death, because it hasn't deseved you yet go ahead and fight your way to life
I suffered from these issues. And I don't have to wait to heal completely so i could serve my people.