Pain

Don´t even think about it
not again please, please
not right now you bitch
I beg you, honest
So sick under hard complain
ruin of complain, not to make sence
I do not make any sence
Sick of hidding myself after complain
Mechanical fear: pain
Fear of fear
Damaged enought?
Malade!
what do you need?
take it to go
Leave me alone bitch!
I´ll pray
Is that what you need?
Ok ok... I hear you
my inner voice: anxiety
Not a good one I guess
overwhelming
Don´t even think about it
Don´t touch
please, please don´t touch...
Pain.