Slowly I descend.
Slowly I descend.
This is out of my control.
No improvement,
No hope
I'm dropping.
I try to pretend
This isn't real.
It's just a constant nightmare,
With no dream in sight
Paralyzing me in bed
Gripping me tighter and tighter
Suffocating me in the bitter truth
Of reality.
But even when I wake,
It's still the same.
It's still the same.
By the next day,
It’s not the same.
It's worse.
Never getting better
No end in sight
Never able to escape the hellish prison--
Trapped.
A prisoner in my own body.
I am trapped--
Trapped.
I rap
Rap
Rap on the door
To escape
To get out
To leave
My body.
But I'm trapped.
I'm not immortal
I'm not invincible
I'm breaking.
Collapsing.
My body
Is falling apart.
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