A moldy piece of bread,
Filled with never ending dread.
Headaches and sorrow,
No hope for tomorrow,
Moldy like cheese,
Kill me please.
Doctors are useless,
This disease is ruthless.
There goes my life,
There goes my friends,
There goes my grades,
This is the end.

Goodbye hope and college.
Goodbye power and knowledge.

All this never-ending dread,
All Because I’m a moldy piece of bread.
Anxiety and depression,
And then Mold poisoning,
in quick succession.
I’m pretty done with this life,
Filled with never-ending strife,
Maybe I should end it with a knife,
But only for my dog, will I choose not to end my life.
Nothing brings me joy anymore,
Except gluten that is, I always want more.
But now this quack of a doctor,
Is telling me if I eat gluten I won’t prosper,
That one piece of bread, mold or not,
Will make it so I continue to rot.
It’s kind of ironic possibly,
How the one thing I still love is damaging to me.

But at least i still have my dog at my side,

My four legged hairy guide.

To help me through this awfully tough time,

A furry tail wagging friend of mine.
No gluten, no dairy,
Blood draws are scary,
One year to recover,
I’d rather stay inside my covers.
30 pills a day,
From which I cannot sway,
Supplements and more,
Life is such a chore.
9 months undiagnosed,
The doctors said they’ve done the most.
Now finally we’ll have a reason
A cause for this mold treason
And yet maybe this cause is worse
No gluten, no dairy, more pills, what a curse.
I thought now that we finally had a doctor,
Someone to be my moldy proctor,
That my road to recovery was near,
But now I find out it’s another f*****g year?
Bullocks I say, fix me at once,
We aren’t paying you to be a dunce!
30 vials of blood, and a month for results
This sickness has stumped everyone, even adults.
My road to recovery is still so long,
I’m sick and tired of being strong.
A moldy piece of bread I am,
H**l i'm a whole loaf with even Moldier jam!
The doctors all said it’s abject depression,
To look at it a different way and it’ll teach me a lesson
But the only lesson that s*** has taught me,
Is that upside down, depression is no harder to see.
Take some pills, pop away your sorrows,
But we all know there are still so many tomorrows,
Tommorows where I’ll still be sad,
Where I’ll still be a moldy piece of bread, and that’s bad.
I might as well make a sandwich,
Held together by a mental health bandage,
People say oh no are you ok?
Like yes Linda, I’m amazing, look at my bouquet.
My bouquet of mold, sickness, and chores,
But yes Linda my life isn’t a bore!
Doctors have turned me away because I’m “too depressed”
Are you kidding me mary? Your job is to fix my mess.

People whose profession is to fix abject depression,
Turn me away before the end of our session.

Too depressed, too anxious, too sad,
Well thanks, mary, I guess that’s just too bad.
But shame on you all, u useless people,
It’s not just depression, it’s mold that’s making me feeble.
So ha Linda, and ha Mary,
Turns out My life’s just one big mold sanctuary.
But at least it’s not just depression,

However i still haven't learned that one stupid lesson.
But At Least this doctor thinks he can make me new again,
He said he’ll jot down a diagnosis with his blue shiny pen,
So fingers crossed it works,
And though I expect the worst,
Maybe this time won’t be the same.
Maybe it won’t be like all the doctors who tried to blame,
To blame, and claim,
That it’s just depression.
Which filled me with rage, and massive aggression,
But maybe this time, there will be no blame,
No blame on me or my moldy name.
But instead a blame on the walls, on the house and the water,
And no longer a blame on my mothers daughter.
Maybe we’ll blame the actual cause,

The moldy b**** that grew like moss.

Maybe now we'll find the answer,

To this moldy spore filled necromancer.

Maybe now i will no longer be filled with fear,

I just wish recovery wouldn't take a full year.