The habitual pain
in which I live my daily life
seems to mock me.

“You've had a good day?”
“Yes.”
Then the tremors of pain come.

Can I have a single day
where I don’t want to blow my ******* brains out?
It’d be less painful than this.

These nerves and neurons
hate my god forsaken guts
and every other part of me.

It’s like I’m malfunctioning.
My body and my brain
stopped cooperating long ago.