My mental illness is getting worse
I’m yearning for help yet nobody looks
This illness is becoming too much to bear
No matter who talks to me,
I tend to ignore and be deaf
One small dish from a lady I barely knew
Eases my pain a bit
Makes my heart feel anew
Funny how a small thing eases the pain
But the funnier thing is
After a few minutes, the pain comes again
Seems like this illness is incurable
I’m becoming more silent and unbearable
I want to die
I want to disappear
I want to cut
Until my wrists bleed
I want to deteriorate
I want to evaporate
I want to bruise
I want some booze
Seems like this illness is more like an abuse…