why do i burn?
why do i bleed?
what is it about me that destroys what i see?
it's like a disease;
a virus in quarantine.
they will try to find a cure,
but there's none to be seen.

why do i cry?
why do i suffer?
why is my brain still stuck in the gutter?
hope is pouring down the drain
being lost in the rain.
they will try to swallow it up,
but they can only drown.