My Day Of Woe

My day of worry all started when I stood up straight
My head felt dizzy, and I was in a state
The room went dark, nothing but black,
There was an event starting that I couldn't hack
Standing still breathing deeply, trying to calm myself
Frantically shaking, worrying about my health
I head out of the enclosed space heading to the bedroom
Feeling scared, like a baby's first time from the mother's womb
I stagger across the hall, still not able to see a thing
Thinking the room will be safer- how wrong could I have been?
I was now in the bedroom- how? I do now know
I loose my balance and my head takes a blow,
I fall and bash my head on the edge of the bed
Lying in a lump on the floor-feeling oh so dead
No longer than a minute I came back around
Having no real memory of what had been found
All I remember is feeling so sick and weak
The feeling to me is so dreadful and unique
I was taken to the bathroom, where I was soon to be sick
There wasn't much there, and was over very quick
After having some water I stood up once more
I must have fainted again, as I came round on the floor
What was happening to me? I do now know, I couldn't take it in
I felt as if there was something ripping from within
I was taken to the bedroom where I was sat but still shaking
My head hurts, and my body was aching
I was made a sweet tea, and was being asked questions
People trying to help with all their suggestions
How could me- just a child of fifteen
Recover from what you have just seen?
Three forced bashes straight to my head
And yet im still here- im still not dead
A loss of memory that I will never recall
All because of that almighty fall
I only seized help from my one true friend
If not for him it would have been the end
Still I have to go from tests after tests
Living on worry, with plenty of rest,
Im bruised on my head, cut, bleeding and sore
But I thank my boyfriend, for it could have been more
I managed to live past my day of woe
But I will never forget how though!
Im at home today, waiting for my blood tests to arrive
Remembering that I am lucky to survive

** This Poem Is based On Me, And Is Sadly True, On Sunday 26th August I Faitned Twice, Banging My Head Three Times, I Had A Blackout, And Do Not Remember Some Of The Events.**