Disease has struck,
An illness of the mind,
For two years we have been looking,
But nothing yet to find.

I've come to the end of the path,
No more pills to take,
Things are getting to scary,
Why me? for god's sake!

I'm not a bad person,
I always try to do my best,
Always try to be polite and kind,
Just give me a day of rest!

Everyday,
Morning and night,
I suffer in silence,
Unable to see the light.

So cut me open,
Shave my head,
I will do anything,
To help it mend.
 
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