Disfunction

Stick needles in me, a pin cushion I’ll be.

Disfunction inside, I’ll never be free.

Poison running, veins popping.

Heart racing, my innards chopping.

Swallow pills, to save my life.

Slice through me with a jagged edged knife.

Disjointed soul shaking agonized limbs.

Losing control, my mind does ring.

Screams of pain release from me.

Struggle forever with CVID.

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