The Burden of the Choices We Make

I'm in my own personal hell

A torturous existence

of my own making.

I chose this.

The constant state of depravity,

dread and absolute agony.

I hate it here.

I'm getting angrier

Each waking second

but I must remain silent

Must endure the agonizing pain.

Speaking out against it only makes it worse

So, so much worse.

The ringing on my ears persists

One wrong move

sends bolts of lightning,

painful shocks of electricity

through my mouth and neck

Oh God, even my teeth are in agony.

I'm dying here

Starving

Withering.

Slowly.

Agonizingly.

I’m desperate.

But I chose this.

-Tonsillectomy.