At 5:30 a.m.
I woke up
so tired.
Pain above my eyes,
that reaches
down my back,
sinking its claws
into my muscles.
It crumbles
the remains of my stomachs
in its cruel hand
and squeezes so hard
that I'm not sure
if I want to
throw up
or eat until
I throw up.
I'm so tired.
This poem is about:
Me