Sick Until Dead

The pain starts in my stomach.

I tell myself not to cry...

but it still hurts.

The rejection....

i guess i know what it feels like,

not to be wanted...

To be turned away.

For the secrets i keep are not that well.

They shake me to my core, but still i do not speak.

A secret is a secret not to be shared.

All in all its a killer in both ways as well.

Shivering when its not cold

Shaking like a leaf.

I have no relief.

A secret found but one still kept,

 never to know the pain we all know.

Please do not let me fail....