The sickened Heart

There is a sickness slowly dwelling,
Within this broken heart of mine,
Seeping into my blood and bones.
The pain that courses through my veins,
Causes tears all over again.
And yet as I scream out, begging for relief
All I find are faces staring in disbelief.
The invisible chains of sickness that have tied me down,
Are only mine to bare.
For any that look upon me will say they are not there.
Specialists and doctors love to turn blind eye,
To my suffering and say “it’s nothing much at all”
So in myself I suffer alone, despite all the people round,
Father always looking down saying it is not true,
Sisters just ignoring.

Then it seems my luck has changed,
Proof is found my chains are seen,
Surgery and medications soon are given,
And I think its finally done.

Then a few days later father says,
Something that swims around my head,
And I find that no matter what,
If I have proof or none at all,
My words will not be believed,
No one will see these chains of mine,
Because you see, they do not want to.

So the darkness surrounds me,
Leaving me alone with my eternal suffering.
Falling, and then waking on the floor,
Laying in bed and whimpering no more,
Or just walking around the world,
Pretending it does not hurt at all.