All illness carries a story
about how
more than the physical pain
the heart hurts most

if you put a bullet in me
would you suffer

you don't mind it
when you get used to it
that
it being anything

being quite is good for me
and why I  need a
mirror always
to look at my own back

half dreaming half awake
the eyes look lonely in
the mirror
a stare which I can't stand