Shit day again, seizure wise and it happened again 👌 sorry for bombarding my epilepsy poems at you, but this way I get to save my seizures and poems 👌
Fear I can't cope anymore,
Crawling along on the floor.
Confused, helpless, worried, afraid,
Anyone's life, I'd easily trade.
Don't know what I feel anymore,
It's broken me down to the core.
Tired, guilty, upset and scared,
No professional seems, to have actually cared.
I have reached the end of my wit,
Ready to loose my shit.
Dazed, sick, pure loss of control,
Sick of this life, as an absolute whole.