They love the fact you made it, but hate the fact you got it. The stairway to heaven is packed…I’m in the lobby. Too scared to go to sleep, cause most times I often doubt my dreams. to be honest i have a low self esteem i always question myself am i good enough i doubt it everybody seems to hate on me please just leave me alone to my thoughts let me keep writing these lines i put myself in these rhymes so im sorry if i offinded you im just protecting them im drowning in my thoughts i call it pointless depression so doc i think im a end this session cuz im to sivk to be fixed why do i exist wheres the mf exit i cant take this pountless depression anymore bitch you better walk out this door before i kill you and have gore all over the floor god do you hear me guess not i know u real but you dont care bout me i dont know what im supposed to do im just human lookin for answers but humans are such an unreliable sorce u give me a book and expect me not to analyze it im not reading it cuz a human wrote it im drowning in my thoughts i call it poinyless depression so doc i think im a 3nd this session cuz im to sick to be fixed my own mother doesnt love me so how can i live myself im such a disapiontment and i missed my thrapist appoinyment fuck it i just need some loud blow big ass clouds draw in the crowds so maybe i can make a diffrence to this existance cuz to be honest i feel like im in living hell might as well put me back in jail cuz shit never changes like im speaking diffrent languages when i try to make a diffrence guess i aint perfect enough hopefully when its all said and done i wont die namelesss.