Journal Of The Fallen

Disorders

Why are disorders,
Treated like something that will go away,
Like its your fault in the first place,
Like it was your choice for it to stay.

No one chose this path,
They come here uninvited,
Now we have to pretend normality,
While everything we feel is decided.

There is nothing fun in this,
But people pretend to be ill,
But trust me, you don't want this,
It's intention is to kill.