Sometimes it is hard to breathe,
other times I feel I can't eat.
Sometimes I am so angry I seethe
other times I cry myself to sleep.
It's hard to explain the emotions that churn,
the mood swings that occur inside me.
It's hard to say sorry to those I burn
Or for others to understand what they can't see.
There really are no words to describe this illness
And I don't know if there really is a cure.
It isn't always possible to clean up the mess
When you wreck something that's pure.
But when you feel you need to hurt yourself
And death seems the only option that's right
Remember this is just a blemish in your health
So don't give up the fight.