My disease.

I wish someone would understand me but I don’t even understand me.

I feel like I’m walking the same line.

Every time I get better it comes back.

Like a disease I can’t rid.

I try to be happy but this disease consumes me, body and soul.

I feel so much but nothing at all.

I wish and pray someone would save me but I can’t even save myself.

So I push it deep down untill I crumble.

Until I can’t handle the pain and silent suffering.

Until I finally get the courage to do.

To finally rid myself of this disease.

Rid myself of me.

Maybe then I’ll finally feel free.