WARNING: COULD BE UPSETTING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.




Sick:


I’m sick again; got my waist on
fire…


My stains, the vomit’s just edging
out Her…


On my mind, my sick will come soon,


When I’m lying in pain in bed in
sweat,


I’ll feel that retching sickness
push





And


Just


When I’ve got it all thought out


Another washes water down,


Just to spit up the dirt and ground





That’s got my mind in a knot


Like a throat that’s choking


That won’t stop


That’s sick





Breathing in me;


When it’s time to move,


I’ve got ten needles all pressed





And


So


When it’s just past three


I should be asleep


I should be asleep


But the worry’s all I eat,


‘Til I throw it up in my lap.