Writhe The voices in my head,
They gnaw me apart,
My eyebrows furrowed,
And my forehead lined My cheeks have sunken,
Oh, they no longer glow,
My lips so parched,
Their yearning uncontained Oh my sweet bubble,
Has tumbled and crashed,
It writhes and moans,
Smothered in self-pity
It wallows and hollers,
Smeared in self-loathing…