You your have goods
You have bad days.
Sometimes you can't even classify what a day is.
Stuck in a vortex of disillusion.
wrapped in blanket of anxiety.
Sometimes the deepest of breaths don't help you catch your breath.
You can't create a quite space because the voices in your head are too loud.
Pray about it.
No. Rx's are defiantly answer.
Everyone's such an expert.
Everyone wants to just how you hurt.
So quick to call you sick.
All theses labels just because on some days your not quite sure how to feel.
You know what's even crazier than the situation going on in head.
The red flags other people see before you do.
You never once entrained the notion of hurting yourself or someone else.
Your just hurting.
Everyone has things they need to work on.
Don't be afraid to conquer yourself by yourself.
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