You disgust me.This commercialization of medicines,with side effects worse then the diseaseslowly chipping away the little hope once hadjust so you can line your pockets with a little bit green while the rest of us wish we could have it back.You, absolutely disgust me.
Your commercials highlight a life we've been stripped ofa life of the outdoors with smiling faces,but I haven't felt the sun on my skin in a while.I just desperately want to end it and that's your fault,you're the one who did this to me and so many more.
Monopolizing the minds of the able body,filling them with half truth of an illness they now pretend they are experts in, every time the pitiful look stretches across their faceand your disgraceful name is uttered.You disgust me.
I wish you could get this,I wish your profits were regulated,maybe then you would be in the business of healing instead of the business of killing.I mean what's a couple suicidal thoughts when the green is flowing through your unbroken fingers.
With all the love in the world,A naive girl who was desperate for any bit of hope
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The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill
PoetryPoems about my struggle with chronic illness and how chronic illness is approached by society.
