#Formychildren... May your dreams come true
Changed
I am.
Once I was.
Now I only am.
Just pain day and night.
My life is at it's end.
What do I tell my children?
No life left over, just fighting pain.
Painkillers, cannabis, alcohol, prednisone, prayers don't help me.
Doctors do not interest, depression, death came over me.
I'm now waiting and hope for tDeath soon embracing me.
I am.
Once I was.
Now I only am.
Just pain day and night.
My life is at it's end.
What do I tell my children?
No life left over, just fighting pain.
Painkillers, cannabis, alcohol, prednisone, prayers don't help me.
Doctors do not interest, depression, death came over me.
I'm now waiting and hope for tDeath soon embracing me.
The poem above is called an e.d.i.t. (edit). It counts 55 words. As you can see each line has one word more. This poem.is dedicated to my children.
To those reading this for real: I hope you will never need to suffer the way I do, never feel tje pain I feel.
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