I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease