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Sick yet alive I am. Thin as a stick, devoid of life Tubes sticking on me. I fought and relied On a machine to live 5 years and counting, I'm 10 I have lived in the white rooms Halls and ceiling are painted white-- it's so empty, I wanted to see more colors than this. I haven't stepped foot outside the world that much-- But How can I feel it's cruelty when I've always been inside? My friends, the other patients, have gone well-- Telling me I'll be too, I'll breathe the fresh air too. Like they did. My best friends, the doctors and the nurses Treats me well; But Why do I feel so unloved? I wanted to play outside with them too Hold the ball and throw it, run and run till I can't anymore. All I do was sleep and I can't even see the grassy fields-- nor the flowers I don't even know the smell of them My buds doesn't know the taste of freedom Candies, junk foods and other simple things- The other kids eat, All I knew was medicines. But I held onto this I knew someday I'll be able to walk around Play and laugh like when I was one I'm weak I know, But the world teaches the weak more than the strong one So I'll hold on and not perish One day, Some day I'll be able to step foot outside Feel the breeze of the cool wind Swim and let the ocean engulf me. I'll be able to feel freedom And taste how beautiful life can be. Like they did. One day. But for now, I'll hold on. Clench my teeth and endure. S t i. t c h
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
Sick yet alive
Sick yet alive I am. Thin as a stick, devoid of life Tubes sticking on me. I fought and relied On a machine to live 5 years and counting, I'm 10 I have lived in the white rooms Halls and ceiling are painted white-- it's so empty, I wanted to see more colors than this. I haven't stepped foot outside the world that much-- But How can I feel it's cruelty when I've always been inside? My friends, the other patients, have gone well-- Telling me I'll be too, I'll breathe the fresh air too. Like they did. My best friends, the doctors and the nurses Treats me well; But Why do I feel so unloved? I wanted to play outside with them too Hold the ball and throw it, run and run till I can't anymore. All I do was sleep and I can't even see the grassy fields-- nor the flowers I don't even know the smell of them My buds doesn't know the taste of freedom Candies, junk foods and other simple things- The other kids eat, All I knew was medicines. But I held onto this I knew someday I'll be able to walk around Play and laugh like when I was one I'm weak I know, But the world teaches the weak more than the strong one So I'll hold on and not perish One day, Some day I'll be able to step foot outside Feel the breeze of the cool wind Swim and let the ocean engulf me. I'll be able to feel freedom And taste how beautiful life can be. Like they did. One day. But for now, I'll hold on. Clench my teeth and endure. S t i. t c h
#hope#freedom
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PretentiousStitch
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
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