A poem that was sent to me...

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LIVING WITH FMS, HMS & CFS I’m not normal, I’d think in my head,I used to think; I’d be better off dead.My life has been taken, away from me,It’s so unfair, No reason that I can see.I’ve been a good person, all of my life,I feel I’ve been stabbed, With a sharp knife.I’d shout and scream, then cry some more,Hands over face, in a ball on the floor. All of this aching, All of these harsh pains,Pulled muscles, lots Of strains and sprains.My joints are stiff, And unbearable to use,Someone touches me, I go blotchy and bruise.My shoulders hurt, can’t raise them in the air,There so sensitive, someone’s touch I can’t bear.I struggle to walk, As my legs are giving way,Tingling and burning, shooting pains when I lay. Swollen hands and fingers, Cramp and they lock,The constant sharp pain, I always try to block.Tired and worn out, My feet sink in the ground,My body’s a struggle, for me to drag around.Headaches and Migraines, are not of a few,Poor concentration, and a bad memory too.People haven’t heard, of what I have got, Vacant expressions, they’re like ER… What?This is what I hate, when I have to explain,`Cos I get so upset, When I talk of the pain.No idea they have, Because I look so well,What my life is like, it can be a living hell. Thing after thing, I am not able to do,Working and driving, are just of a few.Learning to accept, To cope and to face,My life as it is now, at it’s own slow pace By Dayna. © Thunder & Dust Created 19 Nov 2005 Font is RowdyHeavy This is Incredimail Stationary Do not rip apart for tags or OE