Sick of the illness
She learned of years ago,
Sick of the episodes
That never leave her alone,
Sick of the medication
That doesn't help a thing,
Sick of telling the doctor
She's fine with all of this,
Sick of trying to hide it
So very deep inside,
Sick of feeling tired
After every single time,
Sick of feeling hopeless
As she prays to God on high,
Sick of unanswered prayers
And not knowing if she's alright.
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