Doctor, help
Doctor im afraid theres an issue
theres a problem with the way i live
see doc, i have a lot of scar tissue
and recenty my brains been a sive
Doctor I really wish we could talk
but im so afraid of what youll say
the pain is growing more and more
what if it just turns out im okay
Doctor will you tell me if you see
because im not so sure right now
my limbs still there, attached to me
since my torsos crumpled in a bow
However Doc ive been screaming
Emphasising my pain for so long
Letting my smile go from beaming to
Perpetually down and not srong
My family rarely ever notice now
Even though its so very clear
Doctor ive always been wondering how
to deal with so very much fear.
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