Pain

The pain radiates through my body. It shakes me. I am shaken to the point where I cannot muster words, just tears in my eyes as a first response to the excruciating pain. This is what happens when I move the wrong way and my pants rub my HS boils. This is what I live with. This is my pain. What did I do to deserve this lifelong torture? More importantly, what I would give to be rid of it.