Another month goes by,
Oh why oh why,
How I wish I could fly.
Another day goes by,
And I don't lie,
My "wife" is planned to die.
Not yet divorced,
Yet far from true marriage,
How did I choose this course?
I lost love for her,
And found love in somebody else,
How I want to hear the kitty purr.
Auto-immune disease is a slow death,
It targets your body,
Then eats you alive.
Can't be cured,
Can't be slowed,
It's an unstoppable death.
I may have fallen out of love,
I may have been hurt more than I should,
But why does someone have to die?
My girls have a chance of inheritance,
Not money or fame,
Only this disease and mental disorders.
What is the point,
I only wanted happiness,
But instead I have been dealt sadness. |
Submission Name: Jinxed
