Sure, sure.
Let's get it all down.
Heaving from my throat,
Hoping I don't drown.

These words caught,
fish hooks in the flesh.
I need some help getting them free,
Right before I crash.

I stutter and fumble,
Gasping for the right.
Razor blades on my skin,
Itching with all their might.

Clutching onto my sides.
My body trembling with the sick.
Bile gurgles forth unwanted,
I thought this was a quick fix.

Blood pumping in my veins.
Close my eyes to concentrate.
Bump, bump, bump my heart beats.
I should have never left it to fate.

Knives clawing in my brain,
Needles poking and prodding.
Choking on the heedless phrases,
The monsters keep on knocking.

I'm bent over on the floor,
A pile of heaving dust and paper sheets.
Wheezing coughs tear through my body.
I'm almost ready to admit defeat.

This sickness waves through my thoughts.
This vomit of words and filth on the floor.
I was sure that you would stick around,
Not slam my face into the door.