christ, I
hate the daily grind the bravest thing I do is live every day I tried to evade it I even tried suicide but in my attempts to escape pain I was only creating more pain and not just for me I shared my pain it’s communicable that way I think
too much it’s a disease thinking too much I’m coming down hard again I have a bad case of the bends I’m trapped in here in limbo
snared by the pain in my mind
I’ve been
trifling with psychiatrists they’re a bit like lovers first they fuck with your head then they break your heart because
there is no fucking cure mental
illness is an immense organism dedicated to fucking up the entire human
project I’d rather have anything
wrong with my body if I could just be
right in my head how can an illness
be mental? I got soul sickness that’s what I’ve got I got soul sickness and I’m fading away fast
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