Remember these words that I wrote my last therapist said I wouldn’t be left hanging but it’s for sure that she trolled each and every day manage and try and find a new way just to cope some days it feels I’m getting closer to the end of the rope the people who were getting me help seem to be taking my mental health as a joke perhaps the reason how I’m managing is cause I’m spiritually woke I manifest, pray upon, and spiritually grow just because I’m an amputee and got problems don’t mean I can’t live on my own i just haven’t had the chance for you to be shown judgment in capability I’m society prone they just see what’s on the outside not what up in your dome it’s fine tho cause I know who i am my success all part of the plan but make sure my head straight gotta be clear minded for every decision I make all fake people use it, abuse it, and take I get viciously emotional when I write my music I shake keep doing this ima be a pop star like drake. Can’t be a victim of your trauma because of the hate make you think of memories in constant replay just cause your hurt don’t mean you get too sit there and stay you gotta get yourself out of that place you gotta have trust you gotta have faith and the man above will come heroically save there’s only 1 way to repay to surrender until you land in your grave what’s best for me shouldn’t be a debate what’s best for you ain’t what’s best for me I’m not like everybody else in this corrupted society my dissociated makes me feel like I need to be treated for sobriety please don’t lie to me all I ask is for truth and honesty I know my mama proud of me I think of her every night before I go to sleep god I miss my family waking up to my mama and my sweet pea I go to make my tea I have that or my coffee with my cream I give my mom a hug and kiss on her cheek