Whats wrong with me?
Achy bones,
Tears I cry.
I cried and cried I'm gonna die.
Die this way,
There is no cure for my pain,
Four new doctors,
They're all the same.
The X-rays are normal.
EMG too.
I ask myself what am I gonna do.
Ignoring it all every day,
Numbing myself from the pain that comes my way.
I see more doctors, put a smile on my face.
Tingling fingers remind me of its presence.
Asking God why he gave me this cruel lesson.
No one relates so I deal with this alone.
Silently thinking at night in my home.
Unamused by this pain that lingers daily.
I Google things that will help save me.
Distractions help, yet only temporarily.
People unaware of how bad this is affecting me.
I laugh and I cry,
A young girl so sad, but filled with so much hope,
Hope that someone will find...
Whats wrong with me?
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