a lot of things are going on i’m feeling so weak 

i over think a lot of things then i can’t sleep 

i can’t maintain all the thoughts in my brain 

i wanna *gun sound* to escape all the pain 

people look at me in all different kinds of ways 

i don’t know what to do it makes me feel strange 

i can feel the rush of anger going through my veins 

i am not the same i feel some a type of way 

sick and scattered on the medicine again

brain feeling numb when’s this life gonna end 

laying down hearing the demons in my head 

the devil playing games tryna mess with the undead 

i don’t know what do anymore 

blood sweat an tears they be drippin on the floor

i need to run away it’s like i’m living in a war 

yeah
i can’t do this anymore

HELP ME

Stutta