Pain

It sucks having immobile arms, Arms and legs filled with blood, Slightest touch sets off painful alarms, Pain rushing over me in a flood. Saddened by my immobility, I usually get it out through writing, Disturbed by my inability, It helps with the pain I'm fighting. Sadness wells up in my eyes, Taking so many pills, Stricken with this thing which i despise, Just for the pain that it kills. I never chose to be this way, It just makes me feels so strange, No cure for this disease i learned to my dismay, Yet there's no way i can change. Sometimes i wonder how i survive, I had a plane to continue, To go on i must contrive, But some how it ended up askew.