Truth Be Told

I gotta be honest...
I can't think
I can't sleep
I can't eat.
My body seems out of sync.
My mind is restless...caught up...distracted.
I don't know if I'm coming or going.

I can't lie down
I can't sit up
I'm out of it....over it...consumed.
I keep praying for deliverance from this inner turmoil.

Sweat beads
Stomach muscles tighten
Moans escape through compressed lips
I ache...I tremble...
Trapped in this onslaught of feeling

Feeling
Feeling

Desperately needing the pain from this godforsaken ulcer to end

RIGHT NOW!!

by: Tarin Glenn-Brown
(Oct. 8, 2000)

Authors note: I found this and had to share! I can't believe I wrote this lol