Untitled.

Today I feel,
lost,
numb,
weary.
I spent the night with an explosion of pain,
in my heart, head, legs,
and I could feel my pulse in every inch of my body.
I was nauseous:
moving hurt, and staying still hurt too.
Today I am 147.25,
but I feel no joy;
I feel nothing.
Today I am broken,
but I can't cry;
I am empty.
I am alone.
I am cold.
I am crushed.