I am so lost in my head
I almost wish I were dead
I can't figure it out
I want to yell and shout
Like swords in my mind
The words are not kind
They slice and dice
My brain into rice
I try to cry it away
It goes for a day
Then is back twice as strong
I try but it goes wrong
Every damn time
I don't mean to whine
I need some sunshine
Or better yet a new life
Free from sorrow and strife
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If you’re walking a similar path with fibromyalgia or chronic illness, I’d be interested to hear what endurance looks like in your day-to-day life.