Stuck in depression. That's what they say. But it's not depression. It's the thoughts I deal with everyday. I am not immune. To hurt and pain. I wish I was. No more fear, no more rain. In my soul, Where was my purity? Where was my childhood, Where was my safety? I could say save me, But there is too much to save. Too strong for me, The sadness is a rave. When is there not a negative? An inappropriate thought? A confusing thought? An abusing thought? Phycological pain. They say is common. But I have multiple in one stain. Anxiety. Controlling. OCD. ADHD. PTSD. Depression. Confusion with inapropriate darkness is the makeup of my mind Please help me. Is what I hope to say. But I don't use hope. Because this I cannot receive today. Or any other place in my life of which I lay. I hate trying. I gave up on crying. Look up to the Willow, is it spying? Mentally insane, Believing in things that only cause pain. I am insightful, but not mature enough to follow the right lane. So why mind? Why can't you find Kindess to my own soul. All I can take is a toll. So I am still stuck. In a random, just like this poem. That might hit you like a truck.