I feel so weak I can’t even think
My brain is in a frenzy, a migraine on the brink
I feel as if my entire body is going to sink
Into this quick sand that’s my diagnoses.
I am confined to this chair
I can’t go anywhere, my legs don’t work it’s just not fair
But life isn’t fair so why complain
All I can do is try to play the game
Like everyone else struggling to make it in life
It would be easier if I wasn’t denied for SSD
All because the period in my life in which I became sick
I don’t think they realize you don’t get to pick.
I don’t know when this pain will let me be
But someday I’ll be set free
Hopefully whilst living but if by death so it be
At least I still have some amazing memories
But if I live through this I promise to thee
I shall write like my mentors quite articulately.
I’ll write books, start businesses, and my own charity
That will support the building of chronic illness families
Getting patients together to hang out
It’d be beneficial emotionally that’s without a doubt
I want to continue to do benevolent work for the entirety of my life
So let me assure you I will leave a great legacy behind