I'm always in pain.

I'm always in pain. Always. It doesn't stop.
But sometimes it does get worse. Sometimes it hits. And I can't breathe. But I can't complain, because I'm always in pain.

I'm always in pain. Always. It doesn't stop.
And sometimes it makes me cry. Sometimes it makes me shake, and seethe. But I can't complain, because I'm always in pain.

I'm always in pain. It feels like a requirement, to remain silent, always compliant, never defiant. To keep on existing, resisting, persisting, coexisting, because I'm always in pain.

So when I smile, or laugh or chuckle, no that in really fighting to buckle. Cos I want to brake, but where would that get me?
Still drowning in pain and your begrudging sympathy.
©DD.