My Hell
I hate myself
I’m all alone
And so I must
Stop the aching.. The beating.
My heart.
My home is now a chair,
My chains on wheels.
My torture, my mobility,
Yet my self is still.
Useless.
My love is gone,
Slit his wrists.
I found him.
I’m still here.
He is Gone.
I’ve got AIDS.
The worst degree.
My pills keep me alive.
I hate them.
Depend on them.
My body is decapitated.
My soul deteriorated.
My mind senseless.
My pain..
Eternal
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