I am a hooker for pain pimped out to calamity
because tragedy seems to be the only commodity
that’s suitable for my trade.
I strip tease insanity and lap dance to sadness
I pole dance for an audience of fear and anxiety
I give an erection to suicidal thoughts because life is hard.
But through the difficulties I give head to failure and
I promise a happy ending. [Read more…] about Poem: My Pain