Nothing to Do. Period.

This is kind of a weird and funny poem. At the end. lol.

Will this pain ever end?

I am doubled over,

By the extent of it,

Can nobody help me?

 

Can nobody hear my cries?

Or see my strained and pallid face?

Or see me clenching my stomach?

Can anyone see me at all?

 

This hurt, this ache,

It's too much to bear,

Some days it hurts so much,

That I'd rather be dead.

 

There is nothing to do,

I say to myself,

As I reach for the Midol,

Ugh, it sucks being a girl.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Poor Gabby--I'd take those pains for you if I could. It just shows what a well-adjusted girl you are that you can make light of it.