Ailing

Dr. Quack says I’m just dandy,
all I need is a pill for each ill.
It’s not like having candy,
I feel my innards will spill.

 

A blue one to help me breathe air,
a red one to stop allergies.
Side affects bring nausea, not fair!
Another comes to fill my arteries.

 

Dr. Quack, you don’t understand,
pills can’t appease all the pains I feel.
The stress I endure was never planned,
my insides are shattered with steel.

 

Pills may let me live longer,
but endless love will be my demise.
Though this love makes me stronger,
I’m not yet ready for goodbyes.

 

There’s only one pill I need,
but this one doesn’t need me.
This love will always proceed,
I don’t need other pills to be.