Laying in bed tank on empty
Wrapped in blankets
hoping this can just end
Sick beyond belief not willing to move
But to take medicine
The smell of the grape medicine
Fills my nose with a nasty smell
Knowing this is the only way
Bottoms up and down the hatch it goes
Shaking as I can feel it
running through my body
Quezzy feel like vomiting
Gasping, suffering, whimpering
As if I never tasted anything that disgusting
Now just 2 pills mom says
1, 2 and done
Nothing to it
Waiting for my meds to kick in
hoping to be cured right away
Then back to bed
I don’t like this
It makes me feel unaccomplished
Bored and annoyed
Time moves by slower and slower
I try to sleep
But the sickness takes over
and controls me
Keeps me up obnoxiously
Tossing, turning flipping and rolling
Then I think to myself
Is it ever going to end?
Or will I just stay like this forever…
Laying in bed tank on empty