“Proud”
I came to the hospital
And i wanted help for me
Do i need the help
Or can they kill me please
no, i am getting the help i need
Even if noone agrees
I get that i am the disappointment
And everyone can see
I bring down the family name
And taint it with my medication
But it helps me survive
So screw everyones questions
Please keep me listening
And open to learn
Keep my family away
Or let the ties burn
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