“The less a man makes declarative statements,
The less apt he is to look foolish in retrospect.”

This was said by someone’s elderly relation
He uttered the words as though they were his own creation.
Turned his tongue with a playful phrase
In hopes it would eleviate his grandson's new phase
The words quickly sunk
Lifting the boy from his flunk.
The child left his life to resume
As he began to pen a script called “Four Rooms”

Emotions changing like the weather.
One minute I'm happy, then just like that depressed, when will it get better.
Isolating myself for days at a time...
Because i have no one to talk to about the thoughts in my mind.
People call me crazy, and ask whats wrong with me?
Nobody understands that i deal with anxiety, depression, and ptsd.
So i feel alone in this world with no one to love or understand me.
I wish they could look into my mind and see...
What i deal with daily, so they can understand me.
I feel like I'd be a burden with all of this stress...
Like my life is useless and just big mess.
Who can i talk to, where can i turn...
Medicine is to no avail, talking makes me feel worse.
Why God Why do i deserve this curse?
I pray for the day when things get better.
I dont want to go on living like this forever.
Joy, sadness, depression, anger and pain....
All theses emotions and feelings constantly rotating has me drained.
I wish there was a simple solution some magical potion
To eleviate my pain and manage these emotions.

I cannot believe
My body can ache
From the wrath i cause myself.

Leave me alone
Oh tormenting mind
And free me from my cell.

Remove me from temporal gain,
Eleviate my need for joy.
**** my soul, destroy me whole
And keep me as I was.