Dramamine to help relieve
the sickness I've endured.
My broken heart was just the start
of this illness I've procured.
Skewered, yes, and nothing less
than what you planned, I fear.
With my stomach knotted, my love's allotted
to the nothingness of your sneer.
Help me if you think you can,
or leave me by the roadside, dead.
"It's all the same," - my mantra, mumbled.
Never again; my heart's been bled.
"It's all the same," is all that's said.