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Mar 2013
Everyday this pain has been my alarm clock
Pulling me away from a good dream
Waking me up with the worst feeling
Like being haunted by a nightmare
But this aint just a product of my imagination
'Coz this is my reality.

I'm twisting on my bed
While tears come rushing down my cheeks
Bitting my lip so that I wont let a scream out
Hiding under my blanket
Bearing this unbearable pain
Not letting anyone notice what I'm going through.

My condition is getting worse with each passing day
My body weakening everyday
Though my heart is weak
And have long struggled hard
It keeps on fighting
Always acting strong.
blythe
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blythe  16/F/Wonderland
(16/F/Wonderland)   
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