sparatic

my mind may be sparatic but I swear im not an addict but I know i got a few bad habits. please keep me outta that straight jacket. I just don't have the palette to go though it again. they strapped me to a bed it was traumatic. where do I begin. my life story isn't that of glory. got a diagnosis at 18 like where do you go with your dreams? the devil was in my ear, it was all I could fuckin hear. the demons stayed and they played and played with my mind for countless days. 8 years of recovery. I just wanna be free from this disease. this mental plauge that tortures me. popping a pack of pills just to appease the bloody demons screaming feed me. my body twitching from the side effects my mind itching for another fix. dont worry its nothing more than bong rips ok maybe dab hits but thats it. Smoked out zombie til my rhymes fit. maybe one day I will quit but not before I gave this shit its what for. I dont care anymore. ill be aggressive ill be depressive this is my mental state now its time to decide my fate and see what awaits. cuz one day I will make this earth shake