Confessions of an Epileptic
Confessions of an Epileptic
I could feel the aura
It’s like a daydream
I hoped I could fight it
Maybe it wasn’t what it seemed.
Trying to keep my mind busy
“what are their names and birthdays?”
I know I can make it stop
It wont be like what they say
I can overcome this
It is not my direction or path
I will make this go another way
But I wake up in a bloodbath
I busted my lip this time
My gums are bleeding too
They say I was out for thirty-five minutes
Again my tongue I have tried to chew
I wake up in a hospital bed
At the registration desk because there is no room
My daughter is looking down at me
Her face filled with gloom
This is the last one
I promise myself
I wont come back again
Its too much for my health