Monday, April 13, 2015

Poetry

Sickness

I'm so sick
So tired
My head is going to explode
I want to sleep
Or just collapse
But I keep walking down this road
My eyes are blurred
My legs are weak
I can no longer stand
Please stop
Please stop
Give me a lending hand
It wants to break 
It wants to hurt
I refuse to let it slow me
I will go on
I will stand strong
And be the best that I can be.

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