Sick again

by ERS   Sep 21, 2021

I always hoped one day I'd be too big for bad days
But as I sit here with this tiny box thats been keeping me alive for 20 years
Tubes layed in the bed around me
I think that its probably my oldest friend

The feeling of pulling air in
That feels like razor blades
And a chest full of gravel
To never quite get enough air

An I guess,
I guess youre never too big for bad days



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  • 10 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    This sounds like torture not a life. I hope things change for you and things improve.


    • 8 months ago

      by ERS

      Thank you for your concern ? I actually wrote this about my asthma, luckily for me it's manageable most days. I feel like our bodies do so much for us, we forget sometimes, they're not unbreakable. It can be a reality check to end up sick again.