Such a horrific word

You are

Never uttered

Never mentioned

You’ve killed many of people

Many you had no right to

You have no conscience

For your horrible actions

Stealing people’s lives

My Hearts shattered  

My Life’s crumbling away

You don’t care

You got what you wanted

You’ve killed another innocent

Death is what you are

Dead you are to me.

I wrote a short pitch for my upcoming book about my life and recovery with chronic fatigue syndrome, it also covers many over struggles that I went through around that time. I’m still recovering slowly, it’s still a struggle at times but one day I’ll get there and it will all be worth it.

 Here it is:

I didn’t gawp at you when I saw you with your geeky glasses and mismatch clothes. So why me? I didn’t plan to be wheelchair bound and struggling every day to find the energy to carry on. 

I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome when I was just eleven years old. It stole my body bit by bit until i felt like i was living in a body that was claimed by someone else… The exhaustion hit me like a train at full force again and again all day; it never got better. My limbs felt like they’d been stuffed with tons of bricks, they were so heavy, so painful to move. I couldn’t move. I’d just lay there in my room dreaming of the life you were living.

I’m sixteen now, still in the recovery process but I want to tell you my story. I want to help those out there who know what it’s like but no one listens. Listen to them. Listen to my story.

I’d listen to yours.

Hello there,

I’m planning to use this blog to share my creative writing, rants and my personal experiences living with chronic fatigue syndrome. Never “blogged” before and kept it going so this will be a challenge for myself. Let’s see how long this lasts…

-Enchanted