So much.
So much.
Too much.
I am not enough.
You are enough.
Satisfy me. Heal me. Help me. YHWH, I am nothing and I am vile.
Break the pride.
Break my back.
Break my lies.

I need you I need you I need you.
I need strong arms to hold me and a deep croon to tell me it's all ok.
Fight for me. Fight for please fight for me.

I am living with 9 strangers in a very small place on very uncertain and strange terms. Who are we, what body do we comprise? Is it yours, or is it someone else's?

Everything in my body hurts, my tongue is swollen, my throat so tight it may rip and so raw it may bleed. My stomach is in giant bloated knots of angry cramps, and my arms and legs ache from 5 flights of stairs ten times a day. This is what I get for a walk up. My back is achey, and my head is foggy, and mostly I'm just complaining. But I have no strength to do this. I am in pain and I need you.