Dialysis Nightmare

July 10, 2013

My mouth goes dry as i watch the needles enter my arm

I look up at the nurse knowing she hates hurting me

Still it makes my arm feel on fire

I close my eyes, imagineing being any where else

I hate these treatments that take up so much

time, health, energy,it all slowly flows by

hemo-dialysis while i wait for a transplant

so tired of but you're so young

or being asked if it was the cause of doing drugs

I have no one to blame for this it just happened

so much pain and raw emotions pent up

but i can't dwell on what's wrong or bad

so i just watch my blood slip through the tubes

getting cleaned imagineing its my thoughts and emotions

going down the drain.

just hold strong pretend its a nightmare

some day you will be normal again

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