Always on meds..

Meds

I don’t suffer from ill-health or temperature

I suffer from love

Love that doesn’t see me

Love that doesn’t want to see me

Love that is not felt for me

Love that is non-existent

Love is my disease

And I am the patient

Always injured

Always suffering

Always admitted

Always on meds

Known as friends

Who give me strength

To accept and to forget

This contagious disease..

My life to live..

Fallen

Scarred

Bruised

Injured

Yet trying to make amends

Trying to make things right

Wronged by others

Suppressed by others

Wings detached

Tied in shackles

Gagged to silence

Beaten to helplessness

Yet can’t see the wrong

Thinking that I deserve it

But did I really?

Was there no other way??

No one there to show me the truth

And if anyone did

I know that I would not believe

Because those scars was my life to live.