pain

Repeatedly being punched in the guts
Is the pain I feel
The illness I have is so surreal
It’s hard to understand
One minute I have it under control and then its out of hand
It takes over my life and the way I look at things
I am some ill girl who isnt believing in happy endings
I wake up and just wanting to go back to sleep
So that I don’t have to weep
I have to hide my pain, my misery
So to my family im an open box but to everyone else im a mystery.