Poems And Such

Not really a poem.. not really a rant

I'm sick of being sick.
Everyday feeling a fever higher than a teenage pothead.
I'm tired of being tired.
Sleep apnea swoops me up almost 5 times a night.
Waking up as though I slept on rocks.
Welcoming sleep deprivation as though it's a new friend.
With that new friend, came some following visitors: eye bags, dark circles, and bad breath.
Living with chronic diseases made me wander what I ever did to deserve something so horrid that no teenager or human being should ever put up with.
I refuse to let these conditions get to me again. I refuse to be a victim.
With that said, I have my bad days.
I'm afraid I'm having one today.
Asthma suffocates me as though I'm it's enemy.
Anemia captures all my energy and keeps it for itself to continue running.
Low thyroid function kidnaps my heat as though it was never mine to begin with.
I refuse to be a victim.
Endometriosis squeezes my stomach and punches and bruises it as though she angered him on her bad menstrual cycle days.
But, these... issues.. are taking their toll on me and I hope I come out at the end of the finish line still breathing, but it's getting harder with every inhale.
I'm afraid.
I really am.
I want to be okay.
But I don't even know what that looks like anymore.