Again, it messed up my insides

A Poem by Mira Apreleva

Again, it messed up my insides,
And now I'm hurt because of me.
I slipped and fell down on the slick slide
Was not so firm it meant to be.

I try to find another meaning,
I trip and fall again, again.
My knees are bruised and heavy bleeding,
Need to get up despite of pain.

I pricked my finger on the needle,
I wish I could just go to sleep
And be for thousand years feeble,
And never ever want to weep.

My all just turned inside out,
I cough and puke my bleeding heart.
It's for the last time, there's no doubt.
I'll never get back to the start.