Getting Well

After some unbelievably hard times, personally and professionally, my mind had this to say.

Talk about getting well;
After all the s**t i've been through, those stories i dont tell;
So hard to explain;
Quietly eating on my brain;
Hiding those tears in the rain;
Tought of sending myself to hell, several times;
Stories too long to write on this short lines;
Talk about getting well;
After a storm that took the wind off my sail;
Moving like a train knocked off its trail;
With no direction;
With questions too hard to mention;
With toughts i doubt any one can understand;
I sit quietly, longing for a helping hand;
Talk about getting well;
This crazy voices i hear everytime i fell;
God has forsaken you, they quietly say;
I try fighting them, but keep losing everyday;
Keep frowning all day;
Forgotten how to smile, forgotten how to play;
Slowly going numb, slowly dying out;
Heart burning out;
Mind going crazy, of that their is no doubt;
So what is this rhyme about;
Well i dont know;
Finally just felt like letting go;
Letting loose;
Keep filling myself with booze;
Imitate those fools;
At least they seem happy;
Comfortable with a life so crappy;
Comfortable with a life so blank;
Only option left seems staying drunk;