Please understand

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 moodswings 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 thats right
Remember this is just a blemish in your health
So don't give up the fight!