They say I need rest.
For I am sick,
as I have a runny nose,
and a cough in my chest.

They tell me to heal fast.
For I am sick,
as I have a headache
and by healing,
I can then perform, at my best.

They tell me to stop moaning and eat.
For I am sick,
as I have lost my appetite,
and I lay in the unbearable heat.

But,
they never told me I needed to do this,
because it will benefit me,
only me.

They told me,
just,
told me.

Now I lay here,
thinking of what went wrong,
what happened,
and why no-one really cared.

For I am sick,
and I have reached the end,
of my time.

//KZ.M