Nausea.

I want to scream.
I want to run.
I want to die.
I want to feel.
I want to eat.

Severe nausea, please fuck off.

I was not willing.
I am now messed up.

I want to be held,
I want to be loved.
These will never happen.


You changed me for the better, and then ruined me.
I can thank you for destroying any self esteem I had left.