i have so much pain but it is all invisible
you knew that
hope you believed
doctors now believe
tests have validated.
i have an illness – a life long condition – but practically everything about it is invisible
drugged to keep me as managed as this
living an incredibly virtual life- where i KNOW pressing”like” is not the same as a visit
only those who visit me see the ravages of a flare up- the brain can be a frightening opponent.
my fights remain in my house…as i battle to do the stairs and you assume i am recovering.
i can’t recover from this disease…but as nobody can see it, it is virtually impossible for them to picture that concept, to visualise the life, to see…to make it “visible”.
as i “like” the photos of your nights out, the quiet tear drops as i realise you got so used to my refusals that the invites don’t remember me now.
on the odd day i go anywhere i am in such pain but the smile is now sufficient to make the torture in my eyes the last bit you look at. As i make my pain invisible.
as i make me invisible.
you don’t see the scars but they are raw
the pains are very real
but ONLY if you look at my eyes
look for me
look at me.
loneliness is also invisible.
tears are silent…