BLACK

25

I suffer a lot
And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch
Hard to wash, I tie my stomach in knots
I make myself vomit till there's no more
Till the acid burns my insides
I lay in my misery and cry myself to sleep
I sing sad tunes and weep till I'm counting sheeps
I suffer from countless loss
I suffer from other's pain
Cursed and highly blessed