Self hatred like autoimmune,
Where is the end of God’s sick tune?
Here I lie another night,
A body filled full of fright,
Alone in dear; alone in sight.
But alone in ear, I am never,
For you shall always stand ever;
My sickly twin of rapture no end.
Sickly little friend,
Matched with you until wreckage,
Snap of mental breakage.
Tied forever as knots;
Of abdominal scar and mental tar.
If not a feather,
Our social shame a tether.
Locked together in dermis cast,
Oh joy what a blast.
Sickness like autoimmune,
Mouth dry of dune,
May misery drift us apart soon.
- Title: Autoimmune
- Artist: Orphanages
The struggles with autoimmune disease cause suffering beyond the disease. Primarily depression, and anger, as many autoimmune diseases are incurable and the treatments are incredibly expensive.
I believe this accurately paints my own suffering, and might apply to others.
- Date: 05/31/2020
- Tags: autoimmune depression anger poetry suffering