I don't want to paint you..
They might fail to resurrect you.
You won't understand the type
Of hardship I am going
Through...
Even if you felt the pain too.
I have a  touching background..
But!
I won't talk about it until I get
The courage to say..
"I am good now!"
I always call and check up
On them..
Though I know that
There's nothing that I can do.
I do not have enough gastric juice
To help me digest everything here..
My Lord...
Help me!
I don't want to exhale smoke from
My nostrils But the Stainless Steel
pipes...

Buven ThePoet