I can be in a soap opra too

Want to get healthy

Mind...
Body....
Soul

No more nightmares toss turn ...shit...puke

​​​​​Barf blood ...scream.. cry anger ....yuk ....fuck...DONE

Paranoia....who...

People hacking.... emails... texts

Pinch the bruises on bruises
When you try  to help yourself

Stab your wounds again on wounds before healed...

Bad reputation 
snakes, lies, guilt, grief ,shame....no more....no one cares

Dirty ...stinks..
cab ride home..rear view mirror you.

Hair messy...eye make up every where....black

Only cab fare..or sin.. to a place 
that is not home...

Broken phone..or lost ..
robbed... purse..condoms smells

See I am a poet too...i am a poet too..

0pps ...Panties lost...on bloody skin of mud

Hands cut who did I beat up 
bruises  On legs....
Falls.?
Sex?
Got beaten.?

Who knows if I'm alive
shakes....beer....craves

Oh no .....here we go again....a taste of death

​​​​​Laugh now... cry later...on swollen veins.