Consider it a cry for help,
but the things I write have only been simple depictions of my mind.
Truly unstable,
completely unable to function within normality.
I'm a mess,
my mind in shambles.
It's sickening to wake up every morning this way,
atop a mountain of despair I built.
Secluded to my own suffering,
with no feasible way of escape,
my cries for help,
revolve around,
"I hate myself."

-Michael Rucker: Jan/24/2016 12:13am