Yeah, still sick...my head, stomach and throat are hurting me.
I've tried my hand at poetry, and for once in my life, it wasn't half bad. Here is what I came up with.
(Before I get flamed to death, this poem was inspired by a story someone wrote. I am no way saying it actually happened or happens. So there.)
Holy Creatures
Farther, I thought I was special
that was what you always said
Mother, I thought I was prized
that was what I always read
But why do I have to live in the hell
that Christ saved me from?
Farther, I thought you cherished me
that was what you always spewed
Mother, I thought you loved me
that was what I always knew
But why do I have to live in the church
that priests raped me in?
Suicide
I wanted to help you
but you turned your head
I wanted to love you
but you hated me instead
I wanted to free you
but you shot...and bled | 
