Just my smile
I am so tired of this. The constand tears of frustration. Just want semi normal. No throwing up constantly. No pushing myself until I can't move anymore. No complaining about the pain.
Just tired of being this walking cryptic like person. Yet I still stand with this smile. Striving so hard from letting people know just how bad it is.
I smile at you even after I have vomitingeverywhere. Still behind pale skin and blue eyes I am smiling.
Then to clean up my mess only to go and do it all over again. Just tired of being tired.
Here I sit with my temp raging over 102, weak and crying but still in the kitchen cleaning up first spell. Only wishing I get enough sleep to push through 2 more days of work.
Breathing. Just breathing. Take that moment to say to myself I can do it.
Getting hot soapy water ready for mopping. Just ready for tonight to begin. Yet here I run to bathroom again.
When will it stop?? Answer me that. When is it no longer in my mind?
I no longer want this issue. Yet I can live with it just so as long as I can understand it.
Tired. Always tired. Can't eat much anyways.
Just crying. Getting back up. Still need to mop kitchen before sleep can come. Then another day of work.
Yet all you will see is my smile. Not the sickness. Not the tiredness. Not even the tears. Just the smile.
The light inside a pale face and blue eyes. A smile.
Just tired of being this walking cryptic like person. Yet I still stand with this smile. Striving so hard from letting people know just how bad it is.
I smile at you even after I have vomitingeverywhere. Still behind pale skin and blue eyes I am smiling.
Then to clean up my mess only to go and do it all over again. Just tired of being tired.
Here I sit with my temp raging over 102, weak and crying but still in the kitchen cleaning up first spell. Only wishing I get enough sleep to push through 2 more days of work.
Breathing. Just breathing. Take that moment to say to myself I can do it.
Getting hot soapy water ready for mopping. Just ready for tonight to begin. Yet here I run to bathroom again.
When will it stop?? Answer me that. When is it no longer in my mind?
I no longer want this issue. Yet I can live with it just so as long as I can understand it.
Tired. Always tired. Can't eat much anyways.
Just crying. Getting back up. Still need to mop kitchen before sleep can come. Then another day of work.
Yet all you will see is my smile. Not the sickness. Not the tiredness. Not even the tears. Just the smile.
The light inside a pale face and blue eyes. A smile.
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