Invisible

Come Into my world
Of pain and shaking shadows.
Sometimes you can hear outside voices
"When. She wakes up, don't look scared"
It sounds distant,
Like your talking at the end of a tunnel.

Waking up with blood streaming from my lip, fist drawn right to my chest in an awkward angle.

Everything is bright, and loud.
A cough sounds like a gunshot
I jump.
I try to talk but all that comes out are tears and muddled nonsense.

My nerves are on fire and my pride is wounded..
Epilepsy is a battle.

It comes in huge waves of
"I can get through this "
And
"If this is my life kill me now"

I'll never forget the looks of pitty,
The poor girl who's own body attacks its self.
I feel like I'm stuck in the shadows.

Like a burden.