"When I asked for help, they judged me Said I was just a gold digger, couldn't see The pain and suffering that I hide The hunger and struggle deep inside They labeled me as someone who just uses But they don't know the truth, the bruises Of not having proper food to eat And the rent that's due, the constant beat This disease is draining me of everything Leaving me with nothing, no happiness it brings But I'll keep fighting, I'll stay strong For one day I know, I'll find where I belong ©Bitterone_me "