Diagnosis کے بول

They gave me a name For what I feel A icd An acronym A pretty code As if naming the pain Were already the cure As if the diagnosis Could mend the fracture I take the pill I smile so as not to scare anyone I pretend I'm fine So no one questions me Inside, the abyss throbs It groans It won't let me go And the health I lack Has no plan Has no strength Diagnosis They gave me a label Diagnosis But they didn't give me a way out I exist between appointments And endless waits Diagnosis The wound still bleeds The healthcare system Is a line Is a deadline Is funding Is waiting six months For a crisis that's getting worse It's the two-minute doctor Who knows you only through test results And mental health That's become a campaign slogan Sartre said That existence precedes essence But how can one exist When the mind loses its presence? Condemned to be free Inside a mind at war It's not weakness It's the struggle no one sees Don't tell me it'll pass I've heard that before Don't tell me it's a choice It's not just a phase It's blood Don't tell me there's a cure When there isn't even a treatment I exist with the pain And that in itself is resistance I am not the diagnosis I am not the medication I am not the crisis Nor the waiting line I am more than my condition I exist I resist I persist This won't erase me