This body

I hate this body.

In the mornings it accepts nothing. I puke and my joints hurt.

No one listens it happens all the time I truly hate this body.

 

I go to the Doctors and the look, test, and prod but nothing is wrong but it is all wrong.

Oh, how I hate this fucking body.

 

Its lunch time and my stomach says feed me im empty. Nothing tastes good and my hands are shaky.

I feel empty as I did with no food but now I have stomach cramps. A pinching that brings me to tears.

Every one near can see but just leave. I hate this body,

 

Bed time is here and all my joints tense to a cramp, my back tweaks and my head spins.

I hate this broken body of mine. 

 

 

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