My Insides are rotting
from the inside out
There making me gag
on the stench ive become
the life ive lived,
has made me this way
but am i overreacting
or am i gonna be ok
some days i seem to think im glum
some times i think i dont try to see the sun
i feel as if my world is dieing
ever sence i was young
but am i really trying to save myself
to take one glance at the sun
yes i am,
who is to say im not
ive tried so hard
not to rott
but life is stronger than me
no matter how hard i try
i cant believe my fate
in which i cry
all i have to do is this
survive and be well
live my full dreams till the end
no matter the pain which comes
to this
i see my fate
i shall not die
my rotting insides shall quit
and not be bothered my the poking of sticks
and terrifying sharpness of life