Illnesses should always end aka shitty poetry by moi

I still smell the sterile doctor's office type smell.

It will never leave the back of my mind,

just as the tiredness doesn't leave my eyes and soul.

I should be better by now,

I take my meds,

go outside, sleep enough.

And yet, my exhaustion stays along with the ache.

The nausea still comes in waves,

just like the dizziness,

and pain in my head.

Solving this is taking too long,

and my patience is running short.

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