My throat is sore from all the words I wrote,
My leg hurts from breathing smoke,
My shoulder aches from the cuts on my hand,
My chest crushed from the neck I hanged,
My stomach twists from where my skull smashed,
My spine twinges from where my arm was slashed,
My heart yearns since my eye was jabbed,
My mind forgets since my guts were stabbed.
The pain I feel is all wrong, messed up, confused,
Like me.
This is how I felt about a year ago.
Things are better now.