Sick

Sick. I hate being sick. I never even know how it happens,but happens it does. Oh how I hate it. One day I'm fine, the next I wake up with a sore throat. Later the nose gets stuffed and then it's runny. I take nyquil and dayquil and all that jazz but it never seems to work. So I have to wait it out and hope it doesn't cause some embarrassing situations last thing I need is to have social suicide all because of a cold!

Illness

I was sleeping safe and sound in bed...
 You crept into my room...
   You looked for me....
    And found me....
     You crawled in bed with me...
      And before I knew it you devoured me...
       I woke up and you were a part of me...
        I was helpless....I was angry...I was sick.