I'm still me

Look in the mirror,what do you see?

We're no different you're the same as me

I have an illness which makes me feel sad

I'm not nuts or crazy,loopy or mad.

Horrible scars adorn each arm

From months of deep intense self harm

As each cut gets deeper the blood starts to pour

There isn't enough i need to see more.

I have an illness inside my head

It makes me feel sad and wish i was dead

I wish i could explain so you'd understand

How a panic attack gets out of hand.

It takes over your mind and makes you feel sick

It doesn't mean you're stupid or thick

I have an illness you just can't see

But look in the mirror,you're the same as me.