When does the pain stop?
When will they know?
When will they realize?
They can’t cover up my pain—
“For show”  

I almost died.
I’m still dying,
STILL Now,
CONTINUED then.

Which was—
not-so-long-ago.

They said they could help—
But made it worse.

I’m being ignored,
Appointments are canceled,
Now I’m dying in my OWN blood,
Stuck in a body I didn’t ask for.
Drowning.
life right now—
Is a flood.

Seizures are constant,
Pain never ends.

I’ll never escape—

The hell,
My body and brain—

Has,
Trapped me in…

When.
Just. WHEN?