truth

Here I sit so out of tune with the world that's right outside, but I'm not all ogether so I'd rather just hide. I'll never be free from the life thrown at me, I'm always a burden and people don't like me. I'm good at heart I swear to god the doctors got it wrong,I'm on so much medicine I just feeling all alone. I say this because I'm 47 ,and still in this hell,my mental health makes me feel my life is just a shell Get paid your money to act like you kn o what's inside my head, I feel like all this time I've Actually been dead. I'm so mad at the people who can't empathize and just fucking help, we won't to be but havnt found ourselves. I don't have time to try to make you see, it's a illness that takes your soul and never let's it free.