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Posted by WaterSapphire on August 31, 2008, at 6:39:31
You were my idol
I had put you upon a pedestal before I ever met you
So high, that I thought you would save me
Save me from this indescribeable insidious illness
I thought you were an angel
And that I would not still be searching
I believed you would help me
And that you would not think you were better than me
With a God-complex, so rampant nowadays
In medical society
Do you realize that you were my only hope?
Do you realize that is how I still feel?
I thought you would have answers that no one else
could give...
You knew where my mind was, and yet you still were not careful
I was so fragile and weak and had nowhere else to turn
Every last moment had been spend preparing to see you
Every last breath, was breathed to be as calm as I could
Every last minute I had spend trying to find you
When I was so weak, I could hardly lift up my head some days...or open my eyes
I wrote you letters that I could not send
Describing my current situation and the lack of relief
That eating less salt had provided
And that in fact it had made me worse some days
And you should have been the one to listen...
I still have the letters somewhere in a box
After you, I had given up all hope.
Now every doctor is a enemy to me
Unless they prove themselves worthy
You were my idol, you were my only hope
It has been 5 months now, and I am not getting better
Would you help me now, if I came to you?
Do I have to beg you for your concern and consideration that I am sane enough to tell the truth?
Must I play stupid again in front of you, just so your ego can be filled to the brim
I think not...
You are the physician
You are the one who is supposed to be the professional
You could have helped me, and you still could...
But you do not even know, and you do not know me.
I am just another number on your chart
Posted by susan47 on September 15, 2008, at 16:29:11
In reply to You were my idol (maybe a trigger for some), posted by WaterSapphire on August 31, 2008, at 6:39:31
For a moment, I thought I wrote this ... for a moment more, I could have. How similar we brains are to each other. One brain to another .. living in failed therapies, stuck for some time, but please not forever.
Writing does help.
It does.
How dare you refuse to be a muse,
now that your damage has been done,
Dear Man.
Posted by susan47 on April 4, 2009, at 0:07:41
In reply to Re: You were my idol (maybe a trigger for some), posted by susan47 on September 15, 2008, at 16:29:11
how dare you refuse, how dare you shrug me off as though I were an annoying little mosquitoe, how dare you think me capable and willing to do harm when I have no such intention, and yet, I love you still, and probably always will, in some private place no one else will ever touch, and maybe that's what some people just need to have; although they needn't be so public about it all; how dare I?
Posted by susan47 on April 4, 2009, at 14:53:49
In reply to Hah. How true., posted by susan47 on April 4, 2009, at 0:07:41
This is the end of the thread.
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