An ache
A pain
Scars
a bottle of pills
alarming rates of imperfection
at which make you give in to the temptation
An ache
A pain
scars
doubtful lips full of smoke
a monster a ghost
hiding in my bedsheets where I rest
I speak open and loud
My throat raw and mutilated
My heart aches
My pain suffers
My pills threaten my headache
My scars keep on forming