The beeping of machines around me,
The soothing pain of needles on my arms,
The satisfaction of medicines running in my veins,
It's what keeps me alive.
Doctors and friends say ' you'll be fine ',
But i know better.
The feeling that i get when I'm sick again is an addiction.
After all, we get addicted to something that takes the pain away.
I know i won't die so fast,
I'm too strong for that.
I also know that no one can save me,
No matter how hard they try.
I'm in too deep,
And i can't withdraw.
