I live on an island called sickness
The sky is always cloudy
Views are dark and dim
The rain of friendship all dried up
Mists of tears obscure sea
Medication clouds the sky
Water is now turned bitter
All travellers pass on by
Communication means have been turned off
The economy has failed
There is nothing left to market
The island is shut down
There is only one inhabitant
Struggling to maintain
The light within is dimming
The only commodity
Pain
Feeling so down. Sick and tired and lost my pep pep positivity.

Everything seems so hopeless. I am so lonely and too sick to get out of bed. I'm a good fighter usually but seem to be hitting the wall. Help me please.
