A tattered bag

I hold my entire weight on my hands
Like a pile of stones.
My legs as useless as a marble in a brick wall.

I swallow another pill to help stop
This upchuck of vial and expell of everything i am.
To stop whatever i take in from going out.
When words i hear go in my ears and up my throat.
These pills dont help.
I still spew word vomit
I cannot hold down food.
My arms cannot bear the weight of my body any longer.
My body cannot contain all of who i am without breaking down.

I am a tattered bag
Torn at every seem
Leaking and pouring out all my contents.