Mentally ill

I wrote this in a bad time of my life

I don't know if i am lost in my tears or in my soul. The pain is like a stain .a stick of cancer. Feelings are a b***h and i need a stitch. Mistakes i saw what was at stake but at last it was too late i need to evaporate. Evil seems greater than the good. Darkness surrounds me like i'm living under a hood. Nothing makes me happy i just feel snappy. dumb just a waste, numb i can't forget the taste. I don't do any good just misunderstood . Problems what's the point of fixing them when there's no support no one's a good sport. No reason to live when i see it so vivid. Being on this earth , what's the point of my mom giving birth ,to a son like me why must this be. Used to be humble now i just mumble while i stumble. ,when you can no longer help the ill. When you become the ill but still I accept reality . Aug 11 2017

Author's Note

Frustrated , angered, depressed, and confused.