The feeling like you are dead
Your soul buried underground
Your empty body walking in distress
World spinning into a dice
Birds dining with the mice
All in imaginations because you are lost in thousand of miles
Table scattered filled various drugs
Your life battered under your duvets pulling your teddy for a weary hug
irk smell fills the air
Leg weaken,temperature rising
Struggling for life over death
Scary injections at regular intervals
Different smiling doctors and nurses
Being sick is hell worse
You wouldn't think of your past heartbreak
You won't know what is going on around you
All you feel is pains and more pains
Disgusted from all various of food
Even your favorites
Your body shivers in torments
Everywhere seems too noisy
Being sick is hell worse
You can't predict if you will make it or not
Each second,minute,hour and day
Feel like dreadful abyss
Perdition of anguish
Waiting tearily to be ambushed
By death someday
At times you have not choice
Than to fight through the pains each day
With tears,prayers and laughter
When surrounded by your love ones
Being sick is hell worse
Each day spent with family means a lot
And hope for better days ahead
To be free and free indeed
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