Without morale. Bedridden. I want to smash a force sickly. I do not spit on anything except acid. I feel good about myself in a trance, controlled, managed. I have serious addictions but it is the only way to escape from my mental prison.
I would break the walls. All tampers, family, friends, dogs and cats. No more of headaches, intractable conflicts on my part, the daily difficulties. Fighting to get up, wash, get to eat. Crab crap mentally. Fucking cancer of the mind. Damn schizophrenia.
I'm tired. I'm tired, drained of all strength. The courage to nothing, not even lift a glass or rolling a joint. I want to scream. Take a guy in the street and scream Above all I feel in this bitch of living in this shitty life.
fuck kicked in the ass to all those idiots that keep me living in my own way, as I can. I'm just an effort to others without ever expecting anything in return. And that too I am sick and tired. I want to take care of me, without concessions.
apologize for the language but I am pissed.
Yours.
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