Silent Illnesses
Every day; every waking moment of this momentary existence.
My body is slowly killing me.
This can't be real, this empty shell... isn't me.
Have I truly given everything I am to appear alive and well?
Every day, every waking moment of this life,
Sick, Weak, Dizzy, Helpless.
But I smile beacuse you expect me too,
becasue my pain isn't caused by a physical ailment.
My pain is invisible.
My body attacks itself, it can't control certain things.
In a way I am at war with myself, I'm in a constant battle to stay healthy.
But I have nothing physicaly wrong, so I must be fine.
Lazy, Unmotavated, Attention Seeker.
So I smile, and work myself until I collapse.
I pretend to be fine; because I have no physical faults,
But the truth is I'm just an empty shell, waiting for the pain to end.
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