This poem says so much about relationship in Severe ME : Inside I am still me Somewhere, hidden within The tattered shreds of my tortured mind The limp empty, useless limbs Which lay motionless, immovable, numb, unfeeling, Refusing, absolutely, to conform with my will, Portray a statue Thrown upon its back, helpless, useless, broken, Unable to rescue itself, Stuck in whatever pose, it was accidentally arranged in. Moving takes time. How long I cannot say. My body, bathed in sweat, is far too hot. Uncomfortably saturated, itching, burning,throbbing, My skin crawling with irritation and indescribable sensations. I am desperate to move. I cannot call out. I cannot wipe my face, bejewelled with sweat, I cannot move my twisted body, my awkward limbs, I cannot help my self at all. I cannot even think, So blank my mind My head and neck twisted to one side, placed at an unexpected angle To avoid the worst pressure on my skull, To try and prevent the intense a