I cannot take it anymore, everyday I grunt in pain despite the record I hold in the amount of medicine I have guzzled. In the name of looking for cure, but I pity my body. Always pulling through and yet I am so blind to notice this.
Am I even sick? And if am I sick what am I suffering from? Is there an eye-opener in this kind of mess because I yearn for one? I am past yearning as I grave for that eye-opener.
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