FuuuckItsTonya

Empty stomach churning in circle's, Nauseating. 
          	Sleepless thought's behind closed eye lid's, holding word's that are not said behind them, but awaiting to burst from pursed Lip's that whisper ever so seldomly.
          	Awaken at sunrise again, gracious to live another day.
          	Tickled with life.

FuuuckItsTonya

Empty stomach churning in circle's, Nauseating. 
          Sleepless thought's behind closed eye lid's, holding word's that are not said behind them, but awaiting to burst from pursed Lip's that whisper ever so seldomly.
          Awaken at sunrise again, gracious to live another day.
          Tickled with life.