I'm cold and dehydrated from vomiting. I wrap myself up like a taco with these blankets for warmth and security. Speaking of which, I only eaten half of one for a meal....
If you are what you eat. Then trust me, I'm never feeling super sweet.
All the animosity of every living member increasing weight of gravity on earth My insides feels as if they are frying on a foremen grill My stomach gurgling and swishing in my ears Intensifying pain crushing me Dragging me by my soul.
Going to spar rounds with Mike Tyson sounds more appealing. Laying here is beyond eternal suffering. I rather go through the process of having all the hairs on my head and body plucked
Before I go through 48 hours of being confined to a bed. Death **** near gave me the last run for my funds. I hate this ******* place! **** THIS HOSPITAL.
I feel like I'm going to die if remain here!
My appendix was stressed from the amount of anxiety and it decided to depart with an exciting and rather booming fashion per se.
I have went through a lot. I cried until my tears ran dry. My heart feels heavier than the thoughts that loom my mind. Questions float around, my heartbeat and ****** functions doesn't align. The nurses and doctors cannot read mine. I just want to go home. I just want to go home. It's the only place where I belong.
"I'll bring myself to stop complaining I know for sure, what I'm doing living is enough. Praying to the stars above I return back home to the ones I love
Thinking, knowing and being are three different things The only thing between death and me is the...
I'm strong. I'll keep fighting until I cannot anymore.
Toby you are stronger than you believe. Keep pushing yourself. Cancer will not defeat you. We believe in you!
History carves my sinews and hews my spine. My menhir-body, my storybook of rock, Speaks of the long fight. See my shoulders And their scars, their battered stone edges; They are sturdy footing on which to stand. A fire-heart warms my earthen hands: Saplings grow in the loam, seedlings sprout. Magma-veined, spitting lava, I still rise And will not fall. Heed my fury, For I am one small mountain in a range Stretching from the present to eras past. Battles come and go; we remain. Forests on our flanks, bears in our palms, We will always be wild.
Modified Bombs Her eye was acting up but that was fine For she had a second one to use This was just fine like her warplane It had two engines but number one engine This was like her eye acting up too No need to worry for Eagle 2 jets are good Made with system redundancy like her An ability to function with degraded systems Right now she was on the way to Moscow To drop some iron bombs on Putin A personal gift from a gal who was bad Real bad *** half Yank half what? That last bit was unknown but what was Known was that she would soon be dead Along with the Neo Soviet leader Those iron bombs were special She'd personally modified the warheads A new historical dawn was coming...
Not everyone has a mother or father. Some don't have a sister or brother. Some feel they don't have anyone. Some worry they'll always be alone. Like no one will ever love them. Fight for them. But what they don't realize is they have had all of that all along. Because everyone has a heart. A heart that beats for you. Breaks with you. Heals with you. A heart that dies with you. You always wondered how you keep going. It's because the heart is a fighter. And you have a heart. Which means you have The heart of a fighter. But it's up to you to do something with it.
hours, hours, another hour had passed by yet she still hasn't finished doing her backlogs backlogs backlogs backlogs continue to pile up tick tock tick tock says the clock she doesn't know what to do anymore but one thing's for sure it will be hard, but she'll do it anyway
Funny, a simple change, well, it changes so much. I feel confident by just a simple touch. It doesn't seem like much to others, But to me I feel brand new with these two colors. It doesn't shine nor shimmer, In fact it's a hell of a lot dimmer. It doesn't stop me from feeling on top of the world, And with this change I demand to be heard. I won't stop, I'll keep it going, I can't shine but I'll keep on glowing. The world is still dark and dreary, Thinking of the past still makes me teary. But I feel a bit brighter, I feel like I'm a fighter. Thank you change for helping me out, I'm no longer afraid to raise my voice and shout.