It’s me again,

Remember?

The girl who’s head you punched ever so viciously at such a tender age,

Making Mr. Stomach toss and turn in his cage- like a nauseous rage,

For 7 years you continue to persist and I ask myself if there is anything I can do to make you resist,

At least for a day, please GO AWAY!

Please try to let Mr. Advil and Uncle Codeine have their say,

I promise you’ll enjoy their tender massages with a sensational sway.

Mr. Stomach;

I fear you too have persisted with exceptional anger today,

Is there anything I can do to settle your way?

Has Mrs. Gravol lost her touch?

Have I abused her generosity that much?

In any case, I wish you much satisfying luck.

Mr. Head;

I’m coming back to you to apologize for the further damage I successfully did do,

I’m sorry I angered you further when that vehicle hit,

I know it wasn’t your fault when your skin was split.

Try to understand the pain I feel,

We cry together in hopes to heal.

Mrs. Fibula- bless your soul,

You continue to struggle with your active role.

Do not feel as though you are alone in this hell,

For Mr. Head shares our daily struggles as we continue to dwell.

Please try to get better for my personal sake,

For Miss Heart has emotionally begun to ache,

She is unstable- please do not let her break!

Pain has thus far ripped us apart it seems,

And followed us all the way to our nocturnal dreams.

We must begin to work on our goals together once more,

For if we do not, we will never defeat this seemingly-eternal war.

-Lejla J… a.k.a. meee