This Sick, Pained Old Brain

Lately, I've been very sick

In far too many ways

I try to show that something's wrong

But I have no words to say

Every thought of eating food 

Just ensures me that I'm sick

And every time I try to stand

My head cries with a constant tick

My body's breaking down

My head is slowing down my words

The days and the hours

Are just unsolved crosswords

Writing is a struggle

It's like I'm screaming just to breathe

The thought of pure happiness 

Cannot be conceived

I'm achy and quaky

With sweat on my face

I slowly reject

Any kind of embrace

Physical or mental

Either one is too much

So I try to ignore all

As I search for health I can clutch

I force on a smile

That makes me feel like I've drowned

Although no matter how I try

I realize I've frowned

This used to be normal

I thought I was fine

But now I am tortured 

With the thoughts from my mind

I'm stuck here in bed

Being sick is a pain

Oh I wish I could leave

This sick, pained old brain