desertions | (no subject)

So, I'm sick.
Again.
Fever and all
I had to lie down and sleep at work today,
I wasn't even well enough to take the bus home
Seriously, this is like the seventh time in three months, or something
I've lost count
And I have all these bruises in my thighs that I have no idea where they came from
Needless to say, me and my grandma are sort of worried
Will keep an eye on all this.
And try not to be paranoid about it

I do this thing where I think I'm real sick
But I won't go to the doctor to find out about it
Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space
As they chart up your insides and put them on display
They'd see all of it, all of me,
All of the good that won't come out of me