Until 14 his life was pretty easy, Doing well at school, no struggles, Diagnosed with ulcerative colitis, As well as Autoimmune Hepatitis, This was his end he turned the light out, He wasn’t equipped for the fighting.
Version 2 (Angry) Every three months in the hospital admitted, Difficult to control my conditions, Changing of pills and increasing steroids, Rage building in my soul, Part pills and part self hatred.
Hard to get along with, In constant pain, lashing out, Hard to live with, But hard to be, Conditions downward spiralling.
Till the fateful week where the bowl failed, Blood running fast, A wish to be dead, Begging to end it all, No fight in his souls.
He died no the surgical table, Metamorphosis brought about a new age.
Version 3 (Mr Grit)
After the Surgery entered Mr Grit, A fighter at his core, Not stopped…