Body

My body is tired, it hurts and aches.

My body is crying, tears in the form of sweat 

I push my body to it's limit and think 

How much can it take before it breaks 

But my body has been broken already

Multiple times over,

 fixing itself over and over again 

If my body had a voice, it would cry and plead for me to stop 

To give it the help it needed and to stop the torture.

But its good. The torture is good, the tang of blood 

Mixed with my sweat on my tongue tastes like victory 

This is what my mind tells itself, whilst my body bears the pain 

How I wish my mind and my body could work together

And understand that the pain I feel physically

Resonates with my mental 

Shaking it to it's core,

 until it's foundation finally crumbles