My brain has fried,
Under the weight of its own disease,
All hope has died,
Someone kill me please.
Inner demons struggling to succeed,
The only recourse left is to appease,
Or seek that ever elusive relief.
Left lacking in aptitude,
Ain’t too cool,
Impossible to be social without being rude,
Family life is too obtuse,
Life in general is a system of abuse,
I am left making excuses,
To mask my terror of the ...