by Kyisama

Created on: September 28, 2009

There's something wrong with me

I knew it all along

It was plain to see

That I was the one wrong

I didn't want to believe

So I adamantly lied

That this disease

Won't shrivel up my insides

Denial was my coping device

Till I was diagnosed with a illness that would take my life

Now I'm on pills

That will eventually make me ill

It'll slow the process

I must wait until

My next appointment

The feel of disappointment

This diagnosis

Came close

I'm scared of the outcome

I'm scared I'll overdose

And the knowledge

I'll be leaving the ones I love most

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