Why do I feel guilty
for simply sitting down
Why am I overwhelmed with panic
For letting the nurses help?
Why does this illness make me despise myself
for simply being alive.
Why does it want to reduce me to less than a skeleton
barely even alive.
Why does the voice in my head
Scream and shout and cry
simply because I am trying to
keep myself alive.
Why is this illness in my life?
Why won't the voice get out of my head?
Why can't it leave me for just a minute?
Why does it want me dead?
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