Ill Thoughts

Perhaps it is silly of me to think what I think

But if in my shoes I think you’d think like me

One day short of a week since my test was sent out

With no reply yet I fear only the worse

As I continue to get sicker and sicker

It feels like my body is attacking itself

Making me weaker killing me slowly

At first I cracked jokes hearing of the options

Of illness I was faced with

But as things move forward I’m not getting better

Sicker and sicker the joke’s not so funny

What happens next I fear I don’t know

I feel this could kill me

And as that reality sinks in I cry

I’m too young to die I claim

When really I know not the hour or day

It scares me to think that I might really be sick

It was always an option but one that lately seems so clear

Signs and symptoms, symptoms and signs

Just when I thought I was getting better

They catch me unaware

Hitting me harder every time

I think I might really be sick

Perhaps it is silly of me to think what I think