Symptoms

My heart is getting weak.
And my body's agreeing.

My eyes,
They used to be wide and clear.
Now, they are red and wet.

My head,
It used to give me inspiration.
Now, it gives me desperation.

My hand,
It used to pull something stronger so I can get up.
Now, it reaches something sharp to cut itself.

My legs,
It used to take me to the top of the hill.
Now, they leave me on the dark path.

Now, I'm waiting for the sun to irradiates my way.
Could you?