Living with MS

Is the silence …
A tear that never seems to fully make you feel better
Is the emptiness inside
Is the question
Why him?
Why something like this happened to my father?
Why is he ill?
I try to do my best
I try to be there
I cook and I clean and I support but it's never enough
In the morning when I wake up he is there
But he is still sick…
He stills suffer…
There is nothing I can do the help this never ends
The chains we all carry away
People don't understand
They don't give a fuck
They don't really care or know
They take advantage of this
Of him being ill
To be cold and careless…
But not anymore
I can't keep on crying for you
I can only keep on crying for him
Hoping that the kindness
Most smart and caring man I have ever met
Someday will see the light…
Maybe one day can smile and be happy
Nothing makes me sadder that watch him so hopeless
So depress and so trap
Trap on this dam illness and despair
I have no one that understands this
Or caress..
No one to hold tight when I need a hug or a friend
All I have is my past
My tears and my dog
I need to be strong
For him
For us
I won't let anyone else hurt me
I will be free…
Free to help him
To make him feel free…