Making Weight
Tom Weaver
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