Sick

I am stuck.
The body I own is holding me down and keeping me back.
I want everything to be ok.
I need everything to be fine.
I have no way of exiting this world of nothing.
I want people to know im here, even if i am stuck, sitting and waiting for myself to recover.
I want you to hear my pain, the pain of me having to miss the events you want me to be at, or the moments that will never be relived.
If im sick, arent you suppose to care more? I feel nothing of that.
Each day im becoming more and more alone and you forgetting im just sitting cooped up in my bed.
Forgetting me like this, hurts more than you just picking up and leaving.
I'm sorry i cant do my best.