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Diagnosis


Feel like I am in an all time low
 
Bleeding out from things you can't even see and know
 
Shot in the heart with an arrow that drawn from your own bow
 
All you ever feel is the feeling of being dissed
 
All I ever got is my self and my DIAGNOSIS
 
ODD, ADHD, Depression
 
And do I have to even mention the anxiety that's always eating at me
 
The suicidal thoughts inside my head
 
Waking up from bed with a migraine
 
My afliction always holding me back
 
Always waiting for the world to attack me and stab me in the back or is it the front
 
Why can't no one see that I am the real me
 
even with all these different DIAGNOSIS I am the same
 
No man this is not a game you always tell me
 
Still I wonder if you can even hear what I say with my songs and words
 
I wanna be free and fly with the rest of the flock, the birds
 
Always trying to put the past behind me
 
Because the past is the past don't you see
 
I always try to be a leader not a follower but I realized that I can't even lead
 
A helping hand in my sight, I need
 
Because I need help on this road I am on
 
The reason is very simple that's why I am singing this song
 
to get the help I need
 
Wanna get out of this hell so that's why I read
 
fascinated by other worlds I can pretend to be in
 
A world where I never sinned is my favorite one
 
But now its feeling like I am done
 
My torment is getting in my way of getting better
 
My bonds have been already broken and severed
 
These demons have always been hurting my soul
 
I am losing control of myself
 
My helpful thinking must be make believe
 
Dying is as easy as to stop breathing
 
Why are we pretending that were all okay
 
We always have to keep our demons at bay
 
Why are the sky are all oh so grey, when it's still day
 
Medications aren't working their low
 
Hurting people I guess I am a pro at that
 
And now this the end of this poem
 
Demons you know you know them, they can't go away
 
I'm always smoking my life away because I say it's for the better
 
My DIAGNOSIS they stick with me always and forever
 
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