I am alone in my battle with anorexia everyday Yet somehow still think maybe there's a way So I search for numbers with no strength to really call I sit all by msyelf back up against the wall Another voice on the line sounding hopeful but comes down to NO AGAIN Why can't they help me with this battle I am trying to win It all comes to me having no money or insurance But I am running out strength and endurance They are the ones who can help me and from this disease set me free But I have nothing to give them so they calmly dismiss me They send me home with more numbers and all I can do is sit alone and cry Because they don't give a damn that all they are doing is sending me home to die So another day passes with nothing left for me to do And when I die the doctors, hospitals who didn't help it will be cause of you
Reason for writing:
For all the fuckingpeople who have not helped mewhen i have reached out to be saved from my disiease.Two words to you Fuck You!
Birth sign: Taurus
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