Yes I know it’s a shitty poem I haven’t written one since middle school. Just felt I needed a way to express myself and to post it somewhere and forget about it. No I’m not going to kill myself. This is about me getting a lifelong incurable chronic illness (ME) from a COVID infection. I’m bedridden, unable to talk, tubefed, unable to process noise, and just pretty much dead. Not looking for feedback.

  • flatlined@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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    3 months ago

    Agreed on the former. As for the latter, that’s hard to tell from the outside. No you can’t go back, but if the suffering reliable outweighs the joy, a dignified exit should be supported, and the only one who can really judge that is the one going through it.

    If there’s maybe enough to hold on for, try holding on. If there’s a chance for improvement, please try holding on. If there isn’t, then there isn’t.

    Either way, I hope for improvement in the future, be it personal or medical. No one deserves this kind of suffering.