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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t


I have had enough !
Shall I hold you ?
No thank you.
This is rough..
I need to be tough..
Don’t just think stuff.
Can I try to hold?
Don’t be angry and start to scold.
I have the disease…
Don’t please.
Pain will cease..
Just feel in ease with me.
It’s contagious..
Life is outrageous.
Don’t be silly..
This will kill you.
If it will..
Will you ?
Still not let go..
The hold of me.
Disease gets stronger..
I ain’t getting younger.
I no longer know you..
You can never forget me.
I don’t want to die..
I am not lying.
You don’t have to..
As long as I will be trying.


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