There was a time when I was once bold,
But here I am now quivering in the cold.
It feels like I've been kicked in the gut;
How is it possible for one to have such a cold heart?
A bottle of wine with a platter of meat;
They try to entice me but I refuse to eat.
I swallow the pills like there's no tomorrow;
To numb the pain, and the unending sorrow.
I recall the days when I was young and free,
Motivated to hike every mountain and climb every tree.
Plagued with immense hurt and trauma,
My life ceases to have any drama.
I shut my eyes and utter a prayer,
To will for the passing of this sadistic torture.
They call me a warrior with my rifles and tanks,
But I'm a sucker when it comes to period cramps.
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