Hate the disease, not me.

Like I always say, I am not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism recommended to me. Everything is pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I carry. It is all un-edited and pulled "as is".

I'm sorry my mental illness made you hate me.

Why couldn't you just hate my disease?

The situation you put me in was what put me on this course,

and leaving without fixing it made life worse.

It's bad to blame, but it's your fault for giving up on these battles we should have fought.

You set me "free" covered in chains, with scars forever on my brain.

It drove me insane. 

Forever I'm held in place, scared of every face. 

Please set me free.

Have some mercy on me. 

Author's Note

Like I always say, I'm not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism recommended to me.