Until The End Shows

Yeah, I don't even know why this needs to be said, the thoughts in my head hating everything I said, a constant regret a constant Battle my brain starts to rattle, is this even real? how do i feel when I can't get a meal and the moods that I deal the emotions I conceal like it's Contraband, can't stand the bland words on demand I need a hug, I need a friend, It's the hand I want to lend, be my friend, and see where it goes you never know the End until the End Shows,