It Was Real

It Was Real...

The hot and cold flashes were real,
The pain shooting down my arm's and legs,
It was real.
Praying to god that I would never touch it again,
Me crying,
Begging, Pleeding to just go to sleep.
The sweat soaking up in my freshly washed sheets,
Curled up in a ball, Rocking back and fourth for hour's,
Was real.
Spending the night on the bathroom floor next to the toilet, with dryed vomit on my face,
Was real.
I was to tired to clean it off,
Long hours, laying down in the shower.
Screaming, wanting to die.
It was real.
Then when my body was drained and my eye's slowly started closing...
NOPE! It screamed inside my head,
And the pain began again.
Pain IS Real...
That was real.