People treated you like you were some kind of joke;
They pushed you too hard until finally you broke.
You went and retreated into your room,
Turned off the lights and just sat in the gloom.

Ref What were you looking for,
What did you find (and was it worth it?)
When you slipped
Out of your mind?

You're one of the ones I wish I could protect
From those who treat illness with such disrespect.
But even if everything seems to be wrong,
We all will miss you after you're gone.