I'm fighting a never-ending war inside my mind and my brain keeps hiding and telling me that I'm fine this life is a lie one day I'll hopefully be alright I'm so broken inside and I'm all alone in this fight So now I'm typing this all from current thought and if i weren't 100% serious I'd be here till i rot but I'm always serious about everything that i jot I tell myself I'm fuckin fine but i know that I'm not so now how do i cope with the anger without dope is it hopeless? i don't know anything right now except that i should notice that time keeps going by and at this rate before i figure out the truth in all the lies, I'll probably die dang just make this shit go away when think about it i just falter judging myself everyday i feel the pit of my rage getting hotter why does this shit get to me anyway my 2 children need their father but I'm obsessed with the things I'll never understand so why the fuck do I bother i need a fuckin break i ache from the pain in the rain its insane i remain this way sustained from the stains inside my brain. why am i this way i should be a better man but I'm not, will i ever be? maybe one day but not today I'll find a way ill fight this day until I'm not afraid to let everybody notice me I'm tired of the yelling and screaming it's all compelling beaming and steaming from floor to ceiling fuck all of you haters that doubted me I'm providing all of you maggots with my story so now I'll welcome you to your purgatory you'll be sucking my dick like it's a lolli, pop, all of you hypocrites, sorry, I'm not sorry