This is for all of us who have it or are caring for someone with it.LIVING WITH FMS, HMS & CFSI’m not normal, I’d think in my head, I used to think; I’d be better off dead. My life has been taken, away from me, It’s so unfair, No reason that I can see. I’ve been a good person, all of my life, I feel I’ve been stabbed, With a sharp knife. I’d shout and scream, then cry some more, Hands over face, in a ball on the floor.All of this aching, All of these harsh pains, Pulled muscles, lots Of strains and sprains. My joints are stiff, And unbearable to use, Someone touches me, I go blotchy and bruise. My shoulders hurt, can’t raise them in the air, There so sensitive, someone’s touch I can’t bear. I struggle to walk, As my legs are giving way, Tingling and burning, shooting pains when I lay.Swollen hands and fingers, Cramp and they lock, The constant sharp pain, I always try to block. Tired and worn out, My feet sink in the ground, My body’s a struggle, for me to drag around. Headaches and Migraines, are not of a few, Poor concentration, and a bad memory too. People haven’t heard, of what I have got,Vacant expressions, they’re like ER… What? This is what I hate, when I have to explain, ..Cos I get so upset, When I talk of the pain. No idea they have, Because I look so well, What my life is like, it can be a living hell.Thing after thing, I am not able to do, Working and driving, are just of a few. Learning to accept, To cope and to face, My life as it is now, at it’s own slow pace By Dayna. © Thunder & Dust Created 19 Nov 2005 Font is RowdyHeavy