What is this feeling inside?

This tiredness never seams to end?

Why is it my body is acting this way?

I don't understand.

How can this little thing in my neck,

make me want to die inside?

Why can't I be normal?

Will I be on medicine forever?

 

These are thoughts, feelings, and emotions.

The one that to this day make me cry.

A burden for seven years. 

One that I carrie alone.

 

I'm not crazy.

I'm not angry.

I'm tired, hurt.

Just because I have an illness,

that gives you right to call me fat?

I can no longer control my weight,

yet that comment kills me.

 

I don't have a mental issues,

but my body is saying I do.

Contridicting itself.

Telling itself that its a failure.

 

This is making my heart hurt.

My mind is running is circles.

Getting slower and slower.

I feel so sad.

I want to take my life.

I tryed to take my life.

 

Here's the catch.

My throid made me do it.