the sickness

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tw: chronic illness/pain, mentions of addiction

~ in my rhyming era?? also in my chronic illness era but that era is forever unfortunately ~

written on: january 16, 2024


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i don't remember the exact day the sickness came

but i remember what happened afterwards

day after day


tired all the time but

unable to sleep


and there was this urgent pain that seeped into the very fabric of my being


i tried every painkiller

and got hooked on quite a few


they didn't help my body but they quieted my brain

which rid me of a different sort of ache, it was almost better in a way


but eventually i had to stop

and the hurt was still there


i tried to accept it

or even ignore


but every night i found myself on the kitchen floor

screaming and crying

i don't want to be sick anymore, i don't want to be sick anymore


perhaps those late nights are the reason i don't believe in god

because no one has answered my pleas

the sickness lives on

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