The translucent liquid hanging from the line.

The only  thing that keeps me alive. 

Without it I die, as I once almost did,

Nearly ending the existence of the world I live in. 

 

Two years of my life wasted away,

Pills, IVs, and surgeries, 

All for what? Another lonely day?
 

I missed school, friends, family. 

Stuck in a gloom hospital bed for months at a time. 

All to find out a disease, a never ending illness will hold me back. 

My health is gone, so is all else. 

 

Doctors never stop. Nurses never leave. 

2am I awaken with sharp pain that makes me want to scream. 

I look out, I yell for help. 

 

No one is there. 

 

I'm lying there wnating relief and I'm told it's not possible. 

Im lying there wanting to be free and I'm being stopped. 

Im lying there wondering why me? No answer. 

 

My stomach pains with something that infested my body. 

I finally find the transulent liquid, years later. 

Years after being made fun of. 

Years after being poked and proded. 

 

The liquid is all that keeps me alive. 

Is that good? It it bad?

The question was simple and clear:

What's one thing you can't live without?

 

My medicine. 

 

Whether my existence is worth it, whether it's worth all the suffering, 

The medicine is what I need to survive. Happy? I don't know. 

But alive.