I’ve seen so sick for so long.
This is hard to type;
wondering for how long… this is going to be my life.
I’m trapped in this.
I can’t remain calm, when my bodily chemistry feels like napalm.
Something to scorch the pain
Somebody torch the way
This is torture;
I live with day to day.
I’m up and down but mostly down
and it’s down deep
Hoping I don’t go down so far that you can’t find me
As the tears stream down my face
It’s hard to face the days
I need this pain to go away.
Hard to see
Hard to speak
Hard to breathe
Please …
Help me God
I need peace.
-Nina
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