Bars Reserved For No Bottles

Help me, I guess - could you even identify my presence I listen to my doctor about my diagnoses - total failure - no resonance Walk around on a daily basis; it's like I have a double presence except it's just me aint no disorder - thats hesistence - Where do I go home? mentally is the answer If I could just live in a strip club -I'd literally stay more awake - eye sight wouldn't be compromised by the paint melting, my surroundings is a work of art that got tossed out like a killed roach. Who would want this happening in their head, don't even pass me the roach - lets get together baby- can I communicate telepathically- excuse me I dont know how to approach. Supposedly I am insecure - my bad, that's from my past all I did was endure- no amount of grit did anything, there was no secure - I paused and forgot to add security Ruthlessly been told I am nothing - interested because who is this nothing you telling this to, stupid that makes me a whole lot of something - I'm making a narrative and still bumpin - you taking your chances and trash baggin' em, no trauma dumping