Don't treat me like I'm sick.
Don't treat me like I'm dying.
Don't look at me like that.
Don't look at me like you think I'll slit my wrists if you look away.
Like I'll swallow a bottle of pills if you turn your back.
Like I'll hang myself if you leave me alone.
I can breathe and I can talk.
I can stand and I can walk.
You can't kill the disease that lives inside my mind.
You can't force me to get better.
Don't lock me away without a sharp friend.
Don't hold me down without a poisonous enemy.
Don't remind me that I can't cut and that I can't die.
I've wrote that on my skin a thousand times.
Heal my scars and fix my skin.
Wait until it cracks again.
Wait until the disease wins.
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