Naked on the bathroom floor,
sweating and shaking.
Feeling rotten to the core
every muscle aching.
Body's trying to expel
the toxicity within.
My system starting to rebel.
A healing must begin.

Feel the need to eject,
the blood, bile and bullshit,
which each and every day
I'm getting force-fed.
Can't swallow any more,
so now I've gotta spit.
Even when my throat's raw,
my rage won't quit.

Stick my finger down my throat,
and spew out the words.
Say what needs to be said,
and hope I may be heard.
Purge and purify
to avoid becoming apathic,
Trying to surmise
if it's me, or the world, that's sick.