Believe it or not,
I really do not wish to hurt,
I hate this all that's being thrown my way.

"Don't think about it,"
Won't help me,
And neither will "just push through."

This isn't easily curable,
This ailment,
Continuing to torment me.

Don't you realize the severity?
Can you hear the fear in my throat?
Am I not screaming loud enough for you to hear?

Perhaps no one cares,
Maybe they don't wish to understand,
Just maybe, they don't want to help.

Whatever it is,
I wish just one would listen,
Be able to cure me of this illness.

I just want a cure,
Just a way out,
Is that too much to ask for?

This poem is mostly directed at someone who I've been constantly arguing with over a bunch of shit going on in my life at the moment. Feel free to ignore if it makes no sense, I needed to get it out somewhere that it wouldn't just cause another argument...

i hate fighting...