This DIS-Ease of the Soul...

It's here today
It was there yesterday
And it's here to stay
There's no way to fix
The unrelenting helix
My life currently depicts

I never understood this distress
That kidnapped my youthfulness
And is still rendering me lifeless
This physical dread
Of the ache in my head
Comingled with things unsaid

Apparently I suffer from depression
A label of medical profession
That discredits any explanation
I am a "psych case"
So they lock me up in that place
To keep me safe

But all their disbelief
Just brings on more grief
And never any relief
So how do I explain
That more pain eases THE pain
The one I've been battling in vain

If they only listened to my plea
Then I guarantee
They would easily see
That when my voice turns lank
And my stare becomes blank
The hurt's increased in rank

But those who've trusted my folly
Have been unable to help adequately
So I continue to suffer endlessly
It is no illness from which I ail
It's the pain that makes me wail
This never-ending headache is my jail

It's not a cry for attention
Or a craving for medication
Just a deep longing for compassion