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inferno

My hands are shaking

My heart is racing

My feet are pacing

They think I'm faking

 

My bones turn to stone

It's all I've ever known

My muscles atrophy

Pain got the best of me

 

It's invisible and deceitful

Failures made me cynical

Solutions are only temporary

This body of mine is the enemy

 

Inflammation spreads like wildfire

I'm tired of being so tired

Nothing stops the torture, but

I'm fighting like a soldier

 

My body rebels

It is a prison cell

Trapped in my own hell

Gunshots fire inside

I really have tried

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Written by
anniecammie
Published
Oct 19, 2018
Lines·Words
21·94
Notes

1/24/18

Tags
#chronicpain#chronicillness#pain#illness#invisibleillness#mentalhealth#fibromyalgia#depression#lupus#anxiety
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