Diagnosis Day

D-day

The day when normality died

Died along with my body

All broken now

A high is like a sickness

Except ten times worse

It’s like I’m stuck in a desert 

And I’m dying of thirst

My eyes get all blurry

And if maintained for too long

I get ketones and comas 

And future health all wrong

Lows make me weak

Like I'm in a dream 

But this dream is a nightmare

where numbers are deadly 

The good and the bad

Causes seizures and Insulin shock

Make me weak 

Make me sick

Pancreas 

Gone

Fingers

Raw

Because of the constant pricking and poking

Scars along my body

D-day 

The day when normality died

Can't be society's normal

This is the new normal

Because of that day

But it’s different now

Back then it was Mom holding my hand

Choking back tears

So I could have room for my own

The brink of death was so close

I could almost reach out and touch it

They said I was lucky 

But I ask myself

Lucky for what

Lucky for memories before now gone others fuzzy

Lucky for the constant price I pay for simply the supplies I need to live

Or was I lucky that I have this

This thing that makes me different

Am I lucky for that

D-day

The day when normality died

Organ failed 

I know it's not my fault

But sometimes it doesn't seem like it

With the constant comments and jokes

Thrown at my face

Highs and lows

Each day is like a roller coaster

It’s been 2762 times around I’m starting to get sick

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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