my illness

This evil thing,
This growing illness,
Won't let me smile,
Won't allow me to rest.

My thoughts are awful,
Groing darker with each passing day,
No one will help,
No matter what I say.

They say I'm wrong,
That I'm looking for an excuse,
I try to hide my sorrow,
But its no use.

I've lost all faith,
In a light that's blurred,
My screams fall on deaf ears,
They aren't heard.

Every waking moment,
Is an endless fight,
Disease has created a world,
That is darker than night.

So if there's anyone out there,
Who hears my cry,
I'm begging you to save me,
Please; before I die.