Z-Brittle Bones

Every morning he wakes
covered in aches
And it's almost to much effort
to find the medicine he takes.
Which is on the table across the room
He has to take it or he'll get worse soon.
He's unable to reach the tablets
on the bedside table
He's not got the dedication
to take his medication
When he's awake
he does nothing but ache.
He begs for something
to stop the pain in his legs
He can't get out of bed
Because of the pain in his head
He is unable to reach
for the bedside table
And reach for his pill,
being in bed is against his will.
He just cries
with the pain in his eyes
His bones are so brittle,
he asks for so little
He wishes he could stop feeling cold
He wishes this was the end.
He wishes he was a normal eight year old
Playing with his friends.