I wake every morning
Feeling achy and grim
Inflammation and soreness
In every limb
I struggle to get
Myself out of bed
I try to be thankful
That I am not dead
Although sometimes
I wish it were true
This agony and pain
I wouldn’t have to go through
To others I look
Like nothing is wrong
Inside my heart I cry
A gruesome song
I try not to think about
How awful I feel
But I wonder each day
How I am going to deal
With this pain and suffering
That is so intense
I feel like I’m backed up
Against a barbwire fence
How will I manage
How will I cope
Doctors just keep prescribing
More and more dope
I’ve learned to deal
With the physical pain
But now this monster
Is affecting my brain
Sometimes I feel
I’m falling further behind
Sometime I feel
I am losing my mind
The things I once did
Have no meaning any more
All the fun and laughter
Has gone out the door.
Day by day
I manage to do my job
But for the rest of the night
I’m rather a snob
I don’t mean to be
This person filled with rage
It’s like I’m stuck,
Can’t get out of this cage
Each day comes something
A symptom, a clue
I don’t think there is anything
any doctor do
I don’t have a life
This disease is in control
It holds me deep within
This lonesome dark hole
Who have I become
What’s happened to me
Who is this monster
That I try so hard not to be
Perhaps some day
They’ll find a solution
Perhaps it will have been caused
By our world’s pollution
Whatever it is
Whatever it may be
I truly don’t like what
It’s done to me
My concentration is gone
My thinking has went
My memory is lost
My patience spent
Will there ever be a time
I feel no pain?
Will I finally see sunshine
After all this miserable rain
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