Body that deserves to work.

by Aimee   Dec 30, 2006


I have no idea how it just stopped
An organ realizing its dead
Has no way to let you know
Only to mess with your head

Seeing people with no faces
The hot sweats
The heaviness of my eyelids
Uncontrollable outbursts thats no-one gets

I sleep,i sleep,i sleep
Afraid that i'll never wake
Another dose of insulin
"Please work for gods sake"

Its not that easy
This condition of mine
Having to inject twice a day
Just so ill be fine

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