A Sorrow

When my Myasthenia Gravis was attacking I felt really down. I wrote this.

In my sorrow
I feel so hollow
I feel so depressed.
Its the unbearable stress.
I can barely with stand it.
I wish I could conceal it.
It has become too great.
I can foresee my fate. 
My sorrow grows each day.
All I can do is pray.
For my end is near.
The end is all I fear.