Making Weight

You saw it all fall apart You saw the person I was before and after the illness Started pulling out my teeth And draining the colour from my cheeks And I can't blame you for leaving me here But I wish that you'd told me how it upset my mother Seeing her son's condition fading daily It must have been so hard She's been through hell with me so far Between depression and colitis, I lost half of my weight She'd find me bleeding in the bathroom, too exhausted to shake I was embarrassed to speak up Because a "man" should be able to care for himself Shouldn't need medication to make it through the day