New Day- New Hell
Today the mirror laughs at me
My hair is a curly mess
My stomach is bloated
I feel the disease changing
New methods to mess me up
Attacking my mind
Today I am too weak to carry on
Too weak for tomorrow
The pain can spread all around
I see the faces of those who don't understand
Judging me, criticizing me
I can't do this anymore
Today- I give up
Copyright © Princess Xia | Year Posted 2014
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