A tattered bag (continued)

"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."

No longer able to bear my own weight.
I am bound to chairs.
Wheels replace my feet now.

The pills have become like meals to me.
The more I take,
The less i feel.
The pain stops and so does my mind.

The word vomit and bial.
It all spills out.
My contents exposed for the world.

Im no longer a bag
Just old fabric on a dirty ground.