Hallway Bed 3

I can’t believe I’m here again. Visit number 22 and still not diagnosed.

I come here once a month for pain but they don’t understand.

10 is alway my magic number on the scale. I never seem to comprehend the codes they spell.

Everything inside of me seems to be in shatters. I ache and I cry from every torment that devours me.

I can’t believe my voice will discontinue being heard. Soon I won’t be able to make a word.

My head feels like the storms . The clouds with thunder it just never goes away. I worry Lightening will zap, soon and this will all go away.

Maybe, trees are the way to get my oxygen. The green leaves are blowing and my pain is stopping.