Encephalitis is my sickness's name:
I've had it for about thirteen years.
Of course It has got me lose fame,
which had gotten me cry tears!
I naturally take so much med(s),
with the help of my sweet Mom.
They’ve surely gone to my head,
which is never actually calm!
Any pill I’d take is vital to me,
since I always need to take them.
They’re like my sad health’s key.
If I don’t take all, then mayhem!
I can easily have a panic attack,
or sometimes even a seizure.
It’s like I’d be whacked.
Gosh, I am a griever…
- Author: Vivian (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 18th, 2017 11:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
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