The life of a Diabetic

Sick in the hospital

Diabetes has me here again

My pumps not working

All my panceras is, is dead.

The fingerprivks are killing me

Making me bleed red.


You better count them!


You better count them?


You better take them!

The highs and the lows

Are difficult to manage.

The feeling of being alone is killing me in and oiut.

No one gets it

No one understands.

We need a curte now

We need to be free.




This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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Love it ..hits home for me as type 1

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