Final Days

"Days we compare our strength, There is nothing left inside a desolate Pain suffers the Manic Depressive Exception to Marijuana for Medicine Paralyze the Heart and Mind, prior method isn't working Looking for something better, solitude is hurting And emotions are burning but to maneuver words in literature learn to cope and picture torture holding my broken self together Alone a hopeless person as he rots in pressure, to walk in solitude Escitalopram; a man can't understand how a person losses his mind Anxiety declined but you can see the pain through my eyes Is there happiness between you and I? I try to hide the pain, punctured I'm so crushed inside"