I am vomitng words on a paper

Each dry heave gets me closer to exhaustion

But I keep going

Everything is a mess

And only the pen and paper know

So I scribble words as if on my death bed

Furious like a mad scientist

For hours this torment goes on

And I cry while I let out my troubles

I keep a cycle of anger, sadness and self pity

This wheel turns till finally I sleep

Lost among papers is my body

Smeared with ink and tears

I know when I wake up, I'll burn those papers and let the fire take my burden