I feel sick

I feel sick

Like a thousand rats are wriggling around in my stomach 

Each one carries a different word

Hopelessness 

Famine

Death

Fear

Forlorn

Sickness

Hunger

The rats go from my stomach and nibble on my brain 

Eating away at everything I know 

Devouring any last hope I had for the future 

It's over

Or is it?

Hopefully poison was planted in my brain 

Killing every last rat until a spark of hope ignites

(This is genuinely such a shitty poem I'm just bored)