Dying

Just how I am slowly dying to an extent. Pretty complicated stuff. I don't like this poem, but I use this place to let stuff out a lot.

I am dying

The doctors say

I don’t have many days

I am dying from something that can’t be cured

My brain 

Therapy and medications

Have not fixed the situation 

My psychological state

The condition of my brain

Is killing my body

To those who watch this happen

 I’m sorry

I am looking death in the eye

Knowing I will likely die before I’m twenty-five 

If what happened is not fixed

I will continue to be sick

Planning on making submitting my home

Made of flesh and bone

Into the earth