No medicine can fix this , no substance can fade this , no love found no love exist life's delicate you die everyday just to be reborn in death again.. You live on the edge as if your jumping and you'll never hit the ground ... Love dose it exist ? Because all I feel is hate all I see is red... Medicine won't work no substance seems to fade this my minds a maze and I can't find the exit. My lives a mess and no one wants to clean it.. My anger turns into rage i don't believe I can take it..! Time is not at a good pace life's going fast but I'm not living happy I'm surrounded by darkness and I'm the little light trying to outshine it... I cease to exist because I'm alive but what's really living if your damaged only functioning a little to get by thru the day and after that it gets worse and worse till your weak and your mind suffocates, you over think from all the confusion and the heartbreak, and your weak because you can't eat so you starve yourself what's life when your purpose isn't clear... Nothing seems to work and your all out of ideas.... What's life ? Is it what you make of it or dose it just come as is.