It's been a month, or two or three.

I feel like it's my fault, no one but me.

There's no happiness no relief, I'm sad.

Theres guilt, and stress because I've done something bad.

Nothing but blood and a sting.

A scar, scratch or other such thing.

Or stick to 200, less but no more.

Until I die, or pass out on the floor.

There was once a time, I fixed myself.

But not this time. I have no health.