Day after day
sick in bed I lay.
Nothing to do.
No one to talk to.
All I want is sleep.
No food.
No movies.
No energy.
No life.
No fun.
Just me.
Just my sickie self.
Just laying lifeless.
Just looking at
the super long hair on my arm.
It’s really long.
And it stands up.
Can you see it?
Now that’s kind of fun.
P.S. I’m starting to feel much better.
