Everything happens for a reason
Not everyone is supposed to
Be in your life forever
Something's aren't meant to be
Mended fences
Without proper
Foundation
Will still fall apart
Ironically
Getting so used
To getting hurt
Turned inside out
Doesn't phase
As much as it
Did before
Perhaps
It's because
This last year and a half
Taught me to be
Selfish
This illness
Doesn't let me
Let others hurt me
Because there
Are always
Real people
Who care
Who know
What it's like
To be
In this hell
Who cares if it's virtual?
Just because it's not
Flesh on flesh
Doesn't make it
Any less real
My chronically ill sisters
My virtual family
Saved my life
This year
Does that not count
Because we live far apart
Bullshit!
Giving me a lecture
On how to talk
Live
When one has no idea
Of what it's like
Is the extreme
Form of blasphemy
Something's aren't meant to be
And that is ok too
You go your way
I'll go mine
Someday
You'll learn
One way or another
Karma is a powerful weapon
Be careful what you say
And to whom
You're not meant to be
On my path
Toward the future
Thinking about it
I am perfectly alright with that
As I was for 5 years previously
Something's aren't meant to be
But I know which ones are
They deserve
Earned
Have
My love, trust, respect, gratitude
For all eternity
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ME Survivor (Book 3)
Poetry17 million people around the world suffer from Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or ME and it is incurable and untreatable. The disease is called ME but Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the name the CDC gave it. Doctors for the most part think that it is...
