The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill

My Pain Was Never Meant to Be a Story of Inspiration

My body is a

love letter unopened

a sad song never meant to be heard,

it's a desperate prayer at night

because I don't have much of a fight left

in me,

it's tears cascading down my face

when hearing there is no cure

was worst than I'm not interested in you like that,

it's every fight I dragged myself into

all the days I've slept through

and friends I've slept on

It's the screams through the night

when reality was more painful than nightmares

it's the green health kick

clean eating travesty that left me sinking,

and all the ships that sailed away from me

promising one day I can come along.