Red, all I see is red

I am sick of seeing red

Just like I am sick

Of being sick

I am tired of not beinh able to do things

For the effects it may bring

The pain in which i will writh

The fall and the rise

my certain demise

I am done with the demons inside

Leave me I swear

I double dog dare

I want you to leave

To not inhabit me

I am sick of the pain

In my body and my brain

In the way I speak my mind

And the things I’ve left behind

I am tired of the late nights

Where I can not sleep

And the mornings I am exhausted

for previous nights feats

I am done with my body

And all the pain it causes

I am so sick of being sick

Mentally and physically

And I wish it would all get better

I know I have it better than some

And I should not run

but its hard some days

And today I am just done

Right now it hurts to sit

To breathe

To eat

To move

It hurts to live

Is that how it is for you

I don’t mean I can’t mentally do things

Though that is sometimes my struggle

I mean my body is tired

Done with the weight and the trouble

It will be ok

I will be ok

I always am

I always have been

It will get better

It always does

But for now

I write through pain

Because when it comes to help

Thats what does