Bugs are crawling
Inside my brain
Eating away all the connections
Can't even think straight
Words won't come to me
My vocabulary is shot
Movements become forced
Memories are lost
The reaper is knocking
But I won't let him in
I know I'll die from this
Just not any time soon
Scary to find out at 23
That your dieing
Nothing you can do about it
Just lay in bed crying
It's becoming harder to write
A gift I've had since I could
I'll never give it up though
Even if I start to sound like Dr.
Seuss
My plans of being an English
teacher
I won't let die
I have a lot to offer the world
I just don't understand why
This horrible disorder
Could be what's caused
All my others
Not being able to function right
Popping pills just to be "normal"
It's not fair ya know?
To know when I'm going to die
To know when it's the end of my
show