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Laying helpless in bed, wishing i was dead. My body and mind aren't right, I know deep inside. With the affects of the past and future in grasp. I guess i have the last laugh. While i sleep at last.

Stop asking "you're alright?" If i don't know as well as you. Waiting in line, as my headache finally loose. Eating flase delights hopefully in the end it's fine. As the sickness holds me, in place without a way out.

They poke and prod, run endless tests But still, my symptoms leave them perplexed They say it's something deep inside But what it is, they cannot decide

" i see no problem in you sweetie " yet i feel everything but i can't tell you a thing. The marks and scars along my skin, this is where it begins. Named anyone else, who feel so unwell. See you can't think of one. Just leave me be since that's no help me