Some days I can't get out of bed
I just can't bear to lift my head
Sometimes it hurts to breathe
My pain continues to seethe
Why did I just yell at them
They're taking blood again
I wish the results were clear
My life is at a full tilt veer
I can't believe it might be cancer
******* it! just give me the answer
Is that even a possible at nineteen
I guess not they say I'm clean
So what is it then
I guess it's back to the doctors again
I'm losing all my lucious locks
And my stomache is always on the rocks
I'm sick of being sick
My future is being ****** by a tic
What a vicious nasty disease
Please God cure it please please please
I want to play with my daughter
I want the energy to get even hotter
I'm so young it seems so unfair
I want done with this whole affair
Maybe next time
But for now I'll end this rhyme