w.t.f

I find it hard to to talk about my feelings so I write In hopes it will help with my greaving but I don't think much will help when I'm not breathing I got my demons more angels the pain kills what I could have have witch is insane skills but my brains filled with doubts living in this house made straw when I should be in a house made of bricks my skin so thick that I hold it all in till I explode and end up hurting someone or myself cuz I got no help cuz are health care systems seams to be on the shelf I got my doubts that I will get any help cuz nobody worried about the cards I've been delt