I'm crying for no reason,
I'm exhausted,
I can't do this anymore.
Am I a virtual image?
Is this all a dream?
Wake me up!
I'm tired of living this nightmare
and being treated second class.
You praised me when I was well
now you persecute me for my illness.
Am I not that same person?
You told me we were family
and you treated me as a friend
but as soon as I reach out for help
you kick me into the slums.
My tears flow with every word I type
and you never see this part of me
because you're in your happy, healthy home
while I lay awake, stewing, thinking, rehashing
everything you said to me
and everything you did to me
and I'd be a liar if I told you I didn't hurt.
I want to be strong
but the tears keep me down.
I want to stand up for myself
but my brain pulls me into a corner.
So I cry and hold myself,
trembling,
I hold myself.
I feel worthless and useless
because I cannot be
the way I used to be;
but I didn't ask to be this way -
I just am -
so please accept me
and cease my prosecution
