Blood on my Hand

December 5, 2014

I take my poker,

Press it to my finger,

Push the button,

See the blood,

Put a drop on the test strip,

See the levels,

Get my insulin,

Fill the syringe,

Stab my leg,

Eat my food,

And do i again in three hours,

This is life,

It is hard,

All I can do is hope for a cure.

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