I popped my puss-filled ear again today.
	It hurt…
	Mildly.
	I didn't have a razor to cut myself with.
	My body
	Filled with
	Pain
	
	There is no room for anyone…
	Anymore

	My eye's tear with the pain of my foot
	I think 
	It's infected
	Again
	If my ear heals the little green sacks of infected puss
	Will keep me
	Safe

	They look
	They see
	They think
	But they don't bother me
	Anymore.

	I'm almost done 
Pealing the skin 
Of my arm
So that I might send it to him
	I love him so
The beautiful one
	I love him so
	I know he will cherish my gifts to him
	I love him so

	I will love him forever
	I will remember love for him
	I must feel the pain
	So I will remember him