Author: bayshel-wass PM
For those of you who don't know, I have a chronic illness called fibromyalgia. Basically, this poem's detailing my frustration with it and with all the stuff people are bombarding me with about it-telling me how to 'make it better' though there's no knownRated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 81 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-17-04 - id: 1761617
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Look at me
A mess inside.
Muscles tangled and twisted
It hurts to be alive.
Nothing ends the pain.
It's not too late to stop the pain
All you have to do is give in to the agony.
Twist the muscles tighter,
Seize onto the pain
You have nothing to lose, everything to gain.
Everything but normalcy.
Everything but happiness.