3 May 2012
Strange sense Or maybe feeling Maybe a smell Sends me reeling To the floor
Arms and legs All over the place Blood is pouring Down my face From when it hit The concrete floor
Biting on My lips and tongue Strange looks From everyone It's not my fault Just carry on!
It's all a blur When I wake Except for tiredness And headache Just put me to bed And let me sleep Do not cry Do not weep.
This affects others Not only me It is called Epilepsy.
Epilepsy • Opuss № I