"You're fine"
"Stop whining, you'll live"
"There's nothing wrong with you"
I'm always told that I'm always okay
I'm not disabled
I don't have cancer
Or some terrible disease
Eating my flesh away
I have a roof over my head
I have food to eat
And clothes to wear
So there's nothing wrong with me
It hurts, I say
"You're fine"
But it won't stop
"You'll live"
I want it to go away
"Stop complaining"
I cry alone
Wondering what I've done wrong
Can't tell a doctor
Can't complain about it
Can't have any problems
I cry in bed
When I'm supposed to sleep
When the mental pain
Catches up to me
I wonder
What if I don't live
What if the horrors finally kill me
What if I let myself die?
During the day
Physical pain takes over
Though the mental pain
Never truly lets go
I'll hiss and whine in pain
Or hunch over in fear
As I go about my routine
As I pretend
That there's nothing wrong with me
