~ The Pain Of It All ~By Rose Marie StreeterI wish that I could live againenjoy the things I lovebut everything nowdifferent clouds hang up above ~ ~ ~My world is full of darknessdepression is the bossif only for a minuteI could regain what now is lost ~ ~ ~I have a silent illnessthat you're unable to seeit takes control of my beinghas a hold on me ~ ~ ~In the night it followsallowing me no restin the day it taunts meputting me through all tests ~ ~ ~My legs and feet become swollenwith pain I can't ignore these hips and back feel brokenarms are weak and sore ~ ~ ~Activity for me is seldomwith fatique that just won't quitsomedays nothing mattersI feel like calling it in ~ ~ ~The rain and cold effect mecausing pain right to the coremy memory sometimes failingexisting is a bore ~ ~ ~Medications not real helpfulthe pain just won't subsideconfusion wrapped with mood swingsI feel my soul has died ~ ~ ~Others don't believe mewhen I sometimes lag behinddon't understand my heartacheto them I look just fine ~ ~ ~Sometimes I feel like a burdenuseless and no goodunable to properly functionthe way some feel I should ~ ~ ~I have a silent illnessthat you're unable to seeFibromyalgia has stolenthe joy of life from meMySpace.com: Read Bulletin
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