A disease that can be silent and deadly
Or loud and fatal
It can be short term or permanent
We may think it is gone from the treatments
But sometimes it is still there, deep in the core of our souls
Others may not notice it because we can only see the top layer
But it lurks around inside of us plotting its next attack
In some we can see its true form
In most it is like a chameleon
We only see what is there
To get through this pain we express it
Whether its tears, drugs, self- abuse, abuse to others, breakdown, suicide, murder, lies, cheat, scam, weapons, friends
Very deep in our souls lies a container
Some big others small
It keeps all the heartache to maintain the heart
Once its out, whose to say if it can be stopped
It can take us all one by one if not handled THE RIGHT WAY
There is not exactly one good cure
There are many that have been used and some that really works
Once treated for the pain you cannot make the mistake that it kicked in
We got to make sure that is worked thoroughly
If not whose to say you will survive the next attack
The next one, the next one, the next one, the next one, the next one, the next one, ... the last one?