Hidradenitis Supperativa

Most people will never know
The extent of my disease
Because they only see the scars
After the cysts and lesions leave

They don’t know the pain I go through
Every single day
They will never understand
The agony in which I lay

Every movement is painful
But my face will never tell
As I lift my right arm
I feel like I’m in hell

The stinging sensations
Are the easiest of them all
It’s when the cyst begins to swell
And the burning comes to ball

There’s never an easy relief
And the pain is constantly there
I find myself crying
Simply picking up my hair

Often times, I have my days
Where I want to give up
But then I remember who I am
And poor some wine into my cup

The disease isn’t for the weak
The strength comes from within
But hidradenitis supperativa
Will never have a chance to win