The Pain

I gasp.

That's all I can do.

Even that simple thing, coming from the pain, it causes more.

I can't keep my eyes open, but the moving of my lids causes a headache.

The spasms shake me, my chest and stomache burning with acid that it is forced to relise.

In vomit.

I move myself upwards, to avoid the sickly stuff getting on my clean bed.

This seems to make my head split open, and I wonder how I'm still alive.

I wonder why I haven't passed out, from the pain in my head, making me see black spots.

My stomache feels no better, as though claws rake through my skin, my bones, and my whole body.

Each breath strenthens both pain, as if they were in a race to see who could kill me.

My veiw gets hazy, and I know I'm asleep.

Yet, nothing can stop the pain.

Nothing.