I don't sleep well no more
I am not able to live well no more
I don't think clear no more
I don't seem to have everything in check for sure
I can't pop pills to cure
This disease that seems to be eating deep into my core



I have tried to shut ..shut the voices in my head out or kick them to the curb
I have no reflex no more
My mind is slower than the hands of the clock on a Sunday morning
I can't feel real pain no more
Shoot me now ..and you'll probably end up with a dead body still breathing ..



I wish I could find a drug
Drug that cured depression, anxiety and stress for sure
But all these drugs they offer
Will either **** a man before his time
Or take away a brothers mind
And leave him on the road side begging for eggs
Or in a cage with his worst nightmares begging for death..


-Ayo_daViber