The process of a diagnosis

Spend all your time trying,
To make someone realise,
The blankness in your smiles,
The absence of light in your eyes.

Reaching out for something,
To hold onto in this dark,
Being, deafened by the silence,
That's shattering your heart.

If someone would just hear
One of your silent screams,
Maybe there could be some hope,
For all your life-long dreams.

The only one that listens,
Works in a haunted ward,
For people who aren't accepted,
All the people who get ignored.

And thanks to giving up,
You now are kept alive,
By the constant ticking of checklists,
With the symptoms of your life.

As every box gets ticked,
You feel more and more pain,
You know that when this is done,
You will never be seen the same.

And nobody wants a term used,
For how they feel in life,
And nobody should have to have,
Checklists, keeping them alive.