My insides are full of shards of glass
Tiny little daggers
Constantly cutting and slashing
Everyday
Some days are worse than others
Some days I barely feel them
Most days that isn't the case
Constant pain
My body betrays me
But my disease is invisible
Though nobody sees it
It's always there
I long for the day that the pain will stop
I don't know if it ever will
Until then I carry on
Living with the pain
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