Dear Pain,

Traveling through my muscles,

inside my veins.

My body is yours,

My life’s what you’ve claimed.

Today you’re gone,

Tomorrow you’re here,

No matter the good days,

You’ll always be near.

Working together,

My ailments conspired.

Do you realize I’m hurting?

Do you realize I’m tired?

The ultimatums you give,

Are leaving me torn.

I hate living in this body of thorns.

No matter the work,

No matter the change,

You’ll always be there,

Screaming your name.

Living this Chronically Ill Life is a hustle.

Carrying this pain on my back like a duffel.

My Mystery, My Story,

This game with no glory.

I’m over the ailments,

Over these diagnosis,

Go Away Pain,

Nobody likes you Sis!! 😭

Written by Me-Belinda @thechronicallyillqueen