Sick.

June 10, 2012
The room starts to spin
As my body grows hot
My hands become shaky
And I feel like i need to be shot

It takes all my energy
To stand, walk, focus, or speak
I am too tired and empty
Just to live, I am just too weak

As the days go on
And I lie so still
I'm tired and I want
So desperately want to not be ill

I soon shall get better
Forever as it may seem
I wish i was telling you
That this was all a dream





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