Dealing With An Illness

Some nights seem so lonely I just lay there and cry I spend my time searching For the what for and the why's Most times I get no where fast The answers can't be found At times when I feel this way I want no one else around Sometimes I wallow in self pity Trying to figure things out But all the thinking and wondering Just fills me with more doubt I know that I must accept The hand that I was dealt I often try to minimize The mixed feelings I have felt There are many people that I know Who often receive bad news When they feel down the most They look for anything they could use I explain in great detail The different emotions they'll go through Hopefully they'll listen closely Maybe their frustrations will be few I know that what I've been through Is tragic without a doubt But if you do the best you can I know first hand things will work out 12-11-2009/RjH