MyleeSefic

My fight for life; and death.

They say it gets better

But it just gets bleak

The less I eat and the more I cut

I begin to grow weak

 

My mind is blank

My heart thumps hard

they ask if I\'m okay

But again, I put up my guard

 

Time went on

And the end felt near

Over the span of the day

My decision was clear

 

You have allergies

Take Benadryl

You have depression

The sniffles might kill

 

Pills are hard to swallow

Especially without water

Oh no I feel it

Dad without daughter

 

Ambulance blaring

And family crying

I want to sleep

Little girl dying

 

Fluorescent lights

Hospital bed

Doctors surround me

Wait; I\'m not dead?

 

They say it gets better

But it just gets bleak

I\'m recovering now

But that\'s what I used to think.