I was fine until I had
This disease that drives me mad.
Slowly it is eating me,
The doctor said I have TB.
And that is why I have to lay
Down on my bed all the day.
It worsens when I'm alone,
I can't even reach my phone.
I cannot wash I cannot cook,
I cannot read a single book.
I am a burden in this land;
I cannot even lift my hand.
It keeps me freezing all day long,
Sometimes I think something is wrong.
At morn I wake and find me wet,
Blankets dripping with my sweat.
The doctor said it is TB,
I think he's deceiving me.
Someone else should give me aid;
Because I think I've got some AIDS.