Sudden Death Poem by Melissa Robinson

Every day I feel as if I am dying,
Sometimes I wish that it really would happen.
I'm growing to weak to keep on trying-
And trying to self medicate is becoming more of a habit.

No one can see through me because I appear to be fine,
But the pain in my bones is completely devine.
My heart skips a beat, palpitations begin-
Yet another sleepless night, tell me when will this end.?

Dont try to force me from bed, I'm to tired today.
My legs are to stiff to move and my whole body aches.
'Please rate your pain from a one to a ten, '
Bitch, I already told you so don't ask me again.

Doctor, please tell me there's a cure to this,
Please tell me there's a way I can be permanently fixed.?
'Ma'am I am sorry but this syndrome is rare,
I wish that we could, but I promise we care.'

They just throw me narcotics, '30 should last you 4 days.'
Now I'm puking from withdrawals and my minds in a haze.

Oxycotin isn't strong enough to take it away-
I pray for successful treatment every day.
'We can try experimental surgery if you'd like to take chances'
I feel like a tree that has broke all it's branches.

The idea of sudden death seems realer than ever,
Even the air pressure hurts me with the change of the weather.
This syndrome has taken all bliss from this life,
All because of ligaments that can't hold me together.