A temporary cure to a fatal disease

No  one seems to understand

How fatal this disease really is?

Only two people in my life

Understands it, and for that this is not towards them

 

For the others,

However,

Do they not know how much pain it is?

Do they not know, their actions take a toll on my heart?

 

How can someone just not care

About how they treat their so called friend?

Am I not there for you?

Do I not put things aside to help you when you are upset?

 

This disease can kill me,

And yet, it doesn't matter

This disease is rotting me from the inside out

And no one seems to care

Talking,

Writing,

These are only temporary cures

For a fate disease

 

A disease that if I continue

To lose the will

And strength to fight...

Will kill me....

 

That fatal disease

My fatal disease

Suicide