Dear doctor, am I dying?
Soon as the secret’s discovered,
all my plans and dreams, shattered.
Previous signs now have a name
so I’ll forever be haunted.
Soon as the secret’s discovered,
all my plans and dreams, shattered.
Previous signs now have a name
so I’ll forever be haunted.
They say the truth will set you free
but you won’t break free
from chronic disease, sorry.
but you won’t break free
from chronic disease, sorry.
I said I’ll take care of me, but who’s me?
It’s new to me that my cells can disagree,
causing riot in my body
that I seem lazy, or crazy.
The angst child aesthetic,
oh how I want to not have it.
Mood swings and irregular heartbeat,
don’t stress me out or I’ll panic.
“Why do you get sick so often?”
When I answer please, don’t bother.
Delicate, sad and pathetic,
I hate when people pity me.
But I’m anemic, lethargic.
My joints and muscles can easily break.
I do one simple task
and my organs collapse.
I know I’m weak, I’m weird.
Does it look like I want any of this?
There’s always trembling on my fingertips
and my lungs hurt just to breathe.
Fever, headache, stomachache.
I have no other choice than
to make peace with pain.
I become a vampire
who hides from the sun.
In my cheeks there’s a butterfly
that won’t let me have fun.
Said secret is SLE,
The Disease of A Thousand Faces.
It is my body protecting me
by brutally destroying me.
— Inez Lyvia
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