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