SickA Poem by Kiara
I haven't eaten for days.
I feel weak And worthless. I'm tired And need sleep. I can't think straight Or even see. Everything is just so Blurry. The room spins Around and around. I close my eyes And I fall down. I don't hit the floor, But wake up in the hospital. I can't die here, I can't be free here.
© 2012 KiaraAuthor's Note
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Added on January 20, 2012 Last Updated on January 20, 2012 |

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