The Withering

I lay in bed

I'm so lightheaded

I'm always lightheaded 

my body feels like fucking static

I go through my day

My wrist hurts

The pain constantly flares up

I push through it

I'd rather wither away than be a burden

Because withering means I don't disturb

I don't bother those who have more important things going on

There are things of higher priority to them

The pain

The static

The ask

Getting set aside

Put me under the rug

It's fine

It happens all the time

I'll get through it.

The outburst 

The ridicule

Ungrateful 

I'll just bite my tongue then.

I'll ignore my problems if that's more convenient for you 

I'll brush them off just as you do

I'll live as static

I'll cope with the pain

Is that more convenient for you?

I'll wither

I'll deal

I'll cope

I'll get over it

That takes weight off of your shoulder, right?

Or

I'll reach 

I'll ask

I'll be ignored

I'll get put aside

I'll add to your load

you'll feel like you're failing?

you'll set aside

I'll nag

You'll snap

I'll pull away

You're happy 

I'll just wait until it goes away on its own, I guess.