My Brains Dead but my Mind's Alive. I'm pretty wounded inside. I keep thinking of my importance just to make me strive. I know my 3 kids are the Reasons why. I've Got no one to understand me. All of my positive thoughts Abandoned me. No one In the world has gave a hand to me. I hate to be In public, I used to love it. I'm sorry but look now I don't want No part of it. it's like Halloween nothing but fake face's. People laughing when you're tripping over laces. Feels like I'm just trying to hold my self together when they see you it's pleasure.