What good is a heart that can not feel?
What if I am broken and will never heal?
A chronic illness, a sickness, a pain,
Whatever they call it, the answer remains the same.
A cure that doesn’t exist,
No quick and easy fix,
A lifetime battling demons only I can see,
Can you now understand why I want to flee?
Or how desperately my mind wants to give up,
After years of being empty, I have had enough.
There is a darkness in my heart that cannot be killed,
A lifetime of breakdowns and prescriptions to be filled,
A genetic disease, how could I pass the monster on?
Yet I have no choice, it will never be gone,
Remission is possible but not guaranteed,
I must live my life on a ‘hopefully’.
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