🔵 By Alina Click. Photo by lauragrafie.
There’s a disease in me
and it demands to be fed.
It is in me, spread like a cancer.
It wants me dead.
I can’t fight it with chemicals.
Chemicals are the problem.
I have to balance the imbalance.
But chemicals only stall them.
It’s a complex parallel problem.
With my hindsight, I help myself.
But here I am with coping foresight
Still trapped, battling this hell.
If I can’t take medicine,
how will I ever be cured?
With all this chemical exposure,
I could never be sure.
How can I fight a disease
that no one can even see?
Something only I feel and
I know it’s just killing me.
Whether I’m sober or addicted;
it’s the same war that’s waging.
I’m fighting for my life
with every breath I’m taking.