My Illness Has Won The Fight! Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

Sharp sharp steel
Inserted into my skin
Never even pervoking
The atacker

Out of anger I rebell
Which causes my feet to swell
Then for days Im forced to dwell
On my actions, which are now
Sequels

Meaning i should know better
I should want to do better
With a mentality of whatever
Im now suffering from
The stormy weather

Self inflicted pain
Causes uncontrollable rain
Menatlly this all
Drives me insane

It makes me want to
Shoot this medication
Straight into my veins
Just to end the suffering
To stop my pain

No one understands
How this sickness
Reins
Over me
It over works my body
It has a strain over me

So i defy medication
I rebell against the illness
i live in denile
I denile the fact that im
Helpless without
Depending on a substance

I begin to lose the fight
I begin to pray for better nights
I reason with
Whats wrong or right

Then I begin to struggle
Through the night
Without my strenth
It feels like Im running out of fight

i break down
I take the insulin
Because without it
I will not make it through tonight

My illness has won the fight!