as I lay here in a dreadful bed.
I'd think more about pain,
the more tears I would gain.
I start to shack in fear,
as I don't feel as a peer.
I am different I see in a mirror,
then I see that I became a mischief.
I then go nuts,
I start to abut.
I can't feel texture,
this is so much torture.
I live in hell,
shit I can't even spell.
So why try? I must die.