Poems?

Illness

Well ill is hard to be, and
an illness no one can see
is harder to heal than most

with a lifetime of pain
and a mind full of shame
means you have to do it alone

People will come
and people will go
the illness still remains

through highs and lows
both fast and slow
you'll always come back to pain

between all the laughs
and the friendly hearts
you'll always feel alone

the hurt and the dread
the need to be bled
returns when life turns slow

no matter where
no matter when
no matter what or who or why

the past never changes
the illness never fades
the tears will never dry

22/12/24