Ill I Am Poem by Michael Peterson

Aging fast, will I last
wondering why it was me
so many others, why bother
not many options, little results
lots of pain, inner and outer
you may know, but you can see
what is happening to me
inside I am dying, hard not to
my body can't fight it, i can hide it
sleepless nights, it ain't right
lots of tears, many fears
mind is spinning, can't stop it
when will it end, why can't I mend
many discoveries, false promises
do they care, many don't
I do declare, I will care
will fight the fight
beat the odds, show them wrong
ease the stress, let me address
you'll all need to understand
I am ill, will be healed
not my body, but by my mind
my heart will grow
to touch you all
when I am gone
fight for me, I am Strong
I am in you, you are in me
give it our all and listen to me
you will beat it for me
just remember me