Comorbidity
It is quite a story to tell
I walked past a mirror
I could see I wasn't feeling well
My body was bruised and battered
My flesh was ripped and torn
I felt like I could barely walk
I looked so tired and worn
I walked up to the mirror
And thought, what is this I see
He looked around and paused for a bit
Before speaking these words to me
I'm your watcher
The one that was sent for you
To watch and protect
Through all the things you do
Bad choices you have made
You know you could have died
That pain-free happiness you chased
Death would soon arrive
This is when I stepped in for you
You have people who need you alive
Making sure through bad decisions
That you would survive
So just remember before you act
On anything, you feel
I am already beaten and broken
You may die this time for real.
This feels like crossroads. Life and death. Second chances or more. I am glad to read you again old friend. You are one hell of a FIGHTER ♡
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