A Mess

Blisters on my tips,

Screwed up hips,

Scar on my lip.

Broken friendships...

My throat is sore.

I'm such a bore...

better than being a whore.

Sleeping feels like a chore.

Everything hurts galore. 

I shouldn't complain,

or be so inhumane. 

Sometimes all I can feel is disdain.

It drives me insane. 

My life is one big bloodstain.