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Everything Hurts

Everything Hurts

Every day I wake up

I do what I need to do

I’d rather stay in bed and do

Nothing for days on end.

How can something so common attack

My body in such a violent way?

I don’t have an infection

I don’t have a terminal illness

I don’t have any wounds or blood gushing out

Yet I feel my head hot, cloudy

And an acid fog sipping into my pores

It claims my bones and muscles

Aches all through my spine.

My heart, my poor resilient heart

Trying so hard to swim back to shore

Instead, sinking so deep the pressure drives me deaf

You broke my heart.

You – broke my heart.

You broke – my heart.

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